Tuesday, August 12, 2014

5683. DECIMATED

DECIMATED
I am a decimated man; my eyes are decimated
and my hands and legs. My arms are decimated,
and by smoke I am finished  -  my heart and 
my lungs no longer alive. The dark shadow
of a soul, within me, still struggles and is
determined to be. The strong and the true,
the capillaries of intention, are all that 
remain. What I've 'meant' to do and be, 
those things are stronger than what 
I've actually done and been.

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