5202. MY MAIN-FRAME CHANGE

MY MAIN-FRAME CHANGE

My moonlight on your chin : oh God how I love you.

The dark trees along the river's edge, they amass 

themselves between light and shadow, shade and 

darkness. I can see nothing else. There's nothing

else to see anyway. And this matter at hand,

whatever it may be, is useless after all.

-

Without quarrel I have lived this filthy life - a sordid

intelrude between one death and another, between

a life and another try at same. Now, now, I ask for

nothing. I want nothing. Little given, little taken back.

-

My scrimmage at the goal-line includes no baggage

nor any tickets for other destinations. I am nothing

but a candle here, representing all that I have been.

I sought only Goodness and the hearts of men  -  and

have (somehow now) found all of that and more.

All of that, and so much more.