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Shattered Spectacles

  1. Temples made of glass are buried in the ground
  2. Churches made of clay where cornerstones are found
  3. Porcelain scriptures are holding up the arch
  4. Splintering tokens are moulding frail the heart
  5. Shattered spectacles, kaleidoscope of truth
  6. Rusty microscope shapes confidence of youth
  7. Mirror cracked and chipped reflecting state of mind
  8. Standing on the spire is where you might me find.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I am a political economy student at the University of Athabasca, working on my second undergrad degree.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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