beautiful sultry rain
suffuses the impoverished crux of this weary soul
giving potency to myself to inherit some sort of stimulus
as I wade through this heavy current

it doesn't have to lay me comotose
searing pain is only transient
lush green fields await
fresh, blood roses already stroking my broken wings

healing, reviltalizing, a resurrection process
all orchestrated to send this baked body
soaring over the finish line
to endless ecstasy and amaranthine days of freedom

so all that being said and done
I will endeavor to wash my hands clean
believe that God will salvage me from the wreckage
and die my thousand little deaths peacefully and quietly

12/16/2002

Posted on 12/17/2002
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