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Bed of Nails

by Nicholas John Street
(from Gloucester Cathedral)
I opened my eyes and shining through the archway
the inner chamber glittered gold with flickering candles
and the voices of angels from within

And this would be heaven right here right now
but for the heavy and comfortable blanket where awake I sleep
whilst the brightness of day lights the world with life

Now is only to carve away comfort
back to the point of naked singularity
to lie awake on the hard bed of truth

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