Poetry 72: Presence

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          To where there's absence,
          be there sense;
          not by the presence
          be its lense,
          for what's allowed
          if never free,
          what's so sold
          to only Thee,
          be it before,
          today, tommorow,
          where there the space
          is where Thee see;
          no heaven, hell
          yet built abundance
          of never-living
          no never be;

          perhaps forever;
          either, or
          no falling givers
          neither, nor
          be there a question
          be there claim
          be Thy believer
          or Thy pain,
          how one existence
          be in between,
          be held and loved
          and never vain
          for what's no given's
          not forgiven
          what's but a presence
          lived for name.

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