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02/22/09 at 11:32 PM by Jonathan Bautts
|I scour the earth|
From first light Ďtil nightfall
Looking for that which is lost
Both high and low I search
From shopping mall to university
But emptiness is all I find
Where, oh where, did my miracle go?
Is it beneath a rock I failed to overturn
Or behind a tree shielding it from view?
Where did my miracle go?
Maybe it has become forlorn
Misplaced by existential diatribes
Left forgotten in its slumber
Yet despite my best efforts
It cannot be awoken
And my pursuit remains fruitless
Where, oh where, can my miracle be?
Did it succumb to the sea
Forever locked inside its infinite depth?
Where can my miracle be?
Perhaps it was I who slit the throat of hope
The scarlet staining my vision
Leaving me blind to its intention
And no matter how hard I try
I will never find the answer
To this cruel, endless reciprocity
Where, oh where, is my miracle now?
Will truth ever be known
Amidst my own fabrications?
Where is my miracle now?