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Like lying in salt water –
All I needed to do was breathe:
Bach would keep thoughts afloat
In the rays of sun gleam.
Through the coloured cathedral
Stained eyes
Someone’s hands shined
Upon the marble, across the shoes
Of congregants,
An unfamiliar feel of clouds
Visible from within,
A page of earth and page of heaven
Open at once,
The collective heroism of seagulls
Persisting in their belief
To fly for the sake of flying
Over the sea,
The result of Bach’s freedom
is my peace.