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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