When all has dropped away
and the curtain lies torn on stage
we'll all awkwardly leave
to the left
We'll sense falling
And there will be colors that
we didn't know could blend
and we'll see that look
behind ours.
Standing on the cornerstone
We'll gather the rent curtain
In our arms
Wondering at the newness
Senses register full
Aflame with transcendant truth
That look which was behind
Will be before
Behold, at the door!
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