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What if the kingdom
is solider than this door,
stauncher than walls of oak,
what if hope
resounds louder than the thick
brass knocker on the bank door?

What if flimsy
translucent angel wings
lauded in song, but delicate as moth,
last night tore apart a mountain
merely accidentally brushing by?

What if grace is denser than iron—
and light, even unbraided,
breaks the fall of a stone.