If Only His Light Struck Closer

If only His light struck closer
Grasping feverish and tainted
Images of day
Us waiting
Like fools in a Shakespeare play
For better
For worse
Singing our own tunes
Hoping the notes never change
Praying for life to just stay the same
In one enormous affectionate embrace
He whisks us up
Preparing the footpath
Proclaiming Regents for transformation
Allowing the greatest of fears
To become the greatest defeats

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