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One was like a hinge

closing in

the other was like a puzzle piece

in the plan of salvation

the furthest was like a latex glove

protecting from a victim from the contagion

these walls were built for saving

a soul from the violence of weather

now, what are they preserving

a life, in a living room

where no one is really living

a life, preserved for a future

that we have a hard time seeing

the entire world is sitting

in a prison of its own creation

groaning for the day of redemption

this hope is what breathes life into our being

I guess that’s something…

Lives and writes on the plains of Manitoba, Canada…he is an actor, writer, and has also been known to peddle books on his website…www.kelvinbueckert.com