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Mary Baylor
Blinded by your messianic light,
gold,
pure,
unfailing,
I did not see
the loosed lightning that crackled
in your mind
and illuminated so brief
yet cold and precise
until in the electro blue shock of it all
When I saw you and your world
in deathly white
The thunderclap of a lone gunshot
on a hot summer night
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