From 61380922430b68a83405b8f44627c0b7e8bc69b0 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Alex Scerba <alex@scerba.org>
Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2025 21:05:34 -0500
Subject: Remove the chasm poem

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 html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry           | 28 +++++++++++++++++++++++++
 html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry.tmpl.html | 28 -------------------------
 2 files changed, 28 insertions(+), 28 deletions(-)
 create mode 100644 html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry
 delete mode 100644 html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry.tmpl.html

(limited to 'html/blog')

diff --git a/html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry b/html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..5183499
--- /dev/null
+++ b/html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry
@@ -0,0 +1,28 @@
+{{ define "article" }}
+<article>
+  <h2>{{ .Title }}</h2>
+  <p><pre>
+    Glancing across the chasm,
+    one barely feels the rain.
+    Coarse sand, smooth, and smiles, plastic.
+    Eyes pierce; watch words form and
+    fall like waves in a storm.
+    Better to sit and wait.
+
+    Staring across the chasm,
+    one clearly sees the pain.
+    Helpless, thoughtless yet again.
+    Waiting to wake and see
+    the clear, bright light of day.
+    One sleeps, sleeps just the same.
+
+    Standing across the chasm,
+    they plainly ask again:
+    Will you wake? Will you wake today?
+    The echo dissipates.
+    Unanswered, still silence.
+    Keeping the light at bay.
+  </pre></p>
+  <p><b>Created:</b> {{ .Date }}</p>
+</article>
+{{ end }}
diff --git a/html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry.tmpl.html b/html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry.tmpl.html
deleted file mode 100644
index 5183499..0000000
--- a/html/blog/2025-09-18+The_Chasm+poetry.tmpl.html
+++ /dev/null
@@ -1,28 +0,0 @@
-{{ define "article" }}
-<article>
-  <h2>{{ .Title }}</h2>
-  <p><pre>
-    Glancing across the chasm,
-    one barely feels the rain.
-    Coarse sand, smooth, and smiles, plastic.
-    Eyes pierce; watch words form and
-    fall like waves in a storm.
-    Better to sit and wait.
-
-    Staring across the chasm,
-    one clearly sees the pain.
-    Helpless, thoughtless yet again.
-    Waiting to wake and see
-    the clear, bright light of day.
-    One sleeps, sleeps just the same.
-
-    Standing across the chasm,
-    they plainly ask again:
-    Will you wake? Will you wake today?
-    The echo dissipates.
-    Unanswered, still silence.
-    Keeping the light at bay.
-  </pre></p>
-  <p><b>Created:</b> {{ .Date }}</p>
-</article>
-{{ end }}
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