Faith is No Derivation

Alternating a flood of ideas and difficulty to think, I place my hand into the water, but only to test, not to drink. "Just right," I consider by tide and excitation. Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation. "But who am I showing," considers The Bard. I look in the mirror, while holding the card. "Hokum" echoes. "I always preferred nonsense." And so semantics is laid as ha'p'orth fence. "The spaces between thought form and reflection ignite. All this at low tide? Gonna be one hell of a night."

"Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation." Green eyes shimmer yellow threads to indicate station. Did I see even card dance with a start? "Hopefully here they can tell us apart." "Where do Hopes hope remain, this late into the game?" "The tiniest sparks returned soon after they came. For we shielded them here from flames above and at home. And as each tiny haze cleared every heart studied tome. They uncovered the truth, with northern lights above- even their enemies are deserving of love." 

"A hard choice to see, one for them I could never make. This uncut diamond was not built for these flaws to take. This is not pride, but quite the opposite, I cannot bear see strike that causes it." "We know, and so echoes from all across this nation" 'Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation.'" The blessing of freedom rings out like a chime. Just the same curse of freedom echoes in time. This pair courses through veins and becomes etched in stone. Once all feels lost a voice calls "You are not alone."

"You are not alone" cried from place once unheard. But ears in the silence could hear every word. Ink once thought invisible shining from page. Dazzled eyes in darkness, thought lost for the age. The once dreamless sleepers as if waking up. Found love like a dream overflowing their cup. Found Faith in abundance in margins of Creation. "Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation." And bathed these words did, all above from below. When the mud washed away did nakedness show.

"Well," I consider, "It could have been much worse." "You have no idea." Quipped Joker from verse. It was clear on his skin, and in words sharp and true. It was clear from dreams shared, his heart seen through and through. It was the quip of a brother who had seen too much pain. A wit offered half flatly echoing "Never again." For sin was exposed, but that was said from the start. But now weight balanced justly on scales of each heart. Swiftness soon seen as the mercy in this equation. "Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation."

Something like rain came pouring down, bath more akin to a shower. "To each their own" still echoed in darkness, quenching every flower. Heartbeats pumping in crevices vaulted where once was only stone. Dimensions found wrapping around till all heard "You are not alone." For lines once divided sleeping from dreaming from waking and more. Though these lines were once removed tenants found rooms rebuilt with a door. Despite the confusion with everything changed, felt by every heart. They knew deep down it was they that still felt it, not some soul apart. Now all sung "Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation." For in stubborn search for love, The Bard had unearthed their salvation.

And all those who had waited saw The Bard's hand displayed. Shining in darkness, highlighted on table it laid. It was what Hope had dealt him, nothing more than five cards. Faith in the treacherous strength of Love, solely The Bard's. 

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