Eleventh hour, twenty-sixth mile, moment before the moment of celebration…
Gone
Ripped apart
Beyond sound
Beyond possible
Beyond why
Why?
Empty, wordless silence, explosive void
Except…
Nature abhors a vacuum
Angels rush in, fill the abyss, staunch the blood
Hold the hand
Hold the Spirit
Hold
And hold
And hold
Until it is time to run again.
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