Rapidly, all too easily,
The ritual became obligation.
A salutation. A stab at salvation.
“Hail” and “heal”.”Close” and “mend.”
That craving to obey had the upper hand.
What now in place of custom and love?
How could they communicate
But through the destroyer’s jargon?
Face to face, they shared the void.
So weary of science and reason,
They wanted to believe again
In something, anything,
So they held out their hands in the air
To take the mysterious gift.
Always out of reach.
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