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The steps between the garden and the
firing squad are long
and in a different world, so they
take them slowly and
she says to him to go slower
still, but it’s dark and he can’t see
where there is water and where there
are islands, so he has to jump,
jump, jump and the sounds of his breathing
is vibrating and echoing until
there is a song that plays
along, chords of turmoil, faith
wrought by fear and wandering.