Here I stand,

  On this lonely step.

  Supervising the passerby,

  Watching the aimless ramble.

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  Then, in the distance,

  I see a heaven’s light.

  Bright, stark against the darkened sky.

  Heaven’s gaze blips over me,

  Barely seeing, barely knowing.

  And for once, the sky is light.

  Then, suddenly,

  All is dark. All is empty.

  I am alone.

  All I see is

  Minerva