From: H.Y. ADDANDSTUFF on
By the good graces of God l, so go I.
Like rain from a coming cloud, I too, cross the sky.
Into the dark, toward light.
The unbearable likeness of Adam, tattooed across my forehead.
I seek closure.
Acceptance is great.
Perception is better.
Across the row of letters, a number is born.
It takes shape assuming the the same fate of the man or woman who it
belongs to lives.
It wraps around us like ivy.
It touches everything er touch.
Life should be triump&.
And nothing starts with me as I rise to count it.
No thing.
No sadness.
No shame.

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M. Michael Musatov