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BREAK OUT
James M. Truxell
December 10, 2012

It was all very mysterious:
Clearly the massive front door lock had been
Crow-barred into submission . . .
From the inside.

Nothing had been taken
According to the Trustees . . .
Members of the Altar Guild
Agreed.

Bibles, hymnals, and altar cloths,
Collected dust in their assigned places;
Computers were left untouched . . .
No data lost.

Even the copper piping in the
Air conditioning system remained . . .
A king's ransom of precious metal
Undisturbed.

Nothing visible was missing:
Truly, a crisis of the first order for
A place trading in the reality of the
Unseen.

Not-a-Thing had vanished,
Just broke out . . . forcibly . . .
Into a wider world in need of
Wonder.

A crime appropriate to
Christmas.

                                    
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