there is a hole now in faith
and the colour seeps from the image
even the sky slides towards monochrome
bird song moves from stereo to tin
and eventually fades altogether
the colour is silent
the sound abandoned
and over this empty background
one word is enough
to fill those thousand years
with piercing clarity
lama sabachthani
and empties the memory
of what greying colour there still is
now
when all light is gone
and the darkness is complete
not even shape is left
just a hole
through
this is faith
enough
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