Terry Persun Believer Before dream comes black air. Cry after the apple drops. Torn from heaven, nothing lives. My red love has run away. The television falls silent. The air brushes against ears. No bird flies underground. Frogs forget to shout. Lift the edges of the day. Grant mail to the renters. Sturdy up your cars. Gift only to those who don't need. Filter the noise. Why would you do otherwise? It's time to trust. Burglars can't wait. Signs swing in the wind. There is a new direction.

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