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Pass-by greetings, thrown over shoulder,
Never stopping to see where they fall
Bouncing off skin so thick, Alcatraz turns green.
Skin designed to lock world out--
Prison in reverse--what's inside, what's inside?

[Nothing. Empty. Aching void.
Everything burned away.]

"How are you? Fine? That's great!
We really should talk sometime."
[But sometime is never the right time,
When heart's death throes scream "Now!"
Later the tomb is sealed; "we are the dead," with nothing left to say.]

"I'd like to know what you think.
I really care about you."
[What is caring? Can you truly know?
It matters little, though,
For I've lost the key to let you through.]
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Is void doomed to infinite ache?
Can no one enter in?
No one, perhaps, but One
Whose breath crumbles stone, rattles dry bones.
The cold heart now pulses hot blood,
The burning quenched with water living.
Death is consumed by life.
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[Yes, the emptiness still comes
But Someone's breached the wall.-_

Ezekiel 37:1-14