I wonder

With wonder and amazement we look through ourselves
and see the person standing beside;
vision through stained glass.
Stories passed down from their fathers, but none of their own.
Life has become a war of attrition.
I sit in awe at the grotesque beauty around me;
enjoy the silence.

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