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Holes in the Theory

Our striking friend
and dawn’s gold swell
arrive at once,
a shrill alarm.

Relentlessly,
he hammers,
plumbs,
exposing crumbs
of wood and grout.

His point is clear…

but how unkind of him
to make it,
feast so smugly
on facade,

on faith
at our
expense.

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