Formless void between our minds
Emptiness in which fleeting desire sparks 
Ignites a signal
Ripples of light fly out
Across a heaving ocean
Never to return
Bells toll in a distant land
Rumbling through alpine valleys
Calling to the faithful
Receiving no response

How the mighty have fallen!
Cast down at our feet
They see the void and despair
At its touch
Wearing the crown of thorns
Like a badge of honor
Heads high
They await their turn
On the assembly line of Saints

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