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.
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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.
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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.
1 comment:
i like it and will read it again. and it will say somthing else then. ...in him a well of living water...
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