Listen to the bells,
kosher or pretended
it doesn’t matter.

In moments sowing
naughts and reaping
unbridled trivia of
boredom,
and them
crawling inside us
crushing our
sponge of existence,
in times as such
were words come short,
listen to the bells
and wait for nothing else.

It may or

may alone save you.

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