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On knees, hand, and foot

I am nothing short of a cracked shadow



I find flawlessness in your wisdom

Oh Father where art thou, admist these days of days?

My petty hands have had their last good run

A death has occured in their tiny palms and

they can give no more



In sleep I find significance of the

small blue stone that the Buffalo holds

It tells me its okay to believe in my dreams

Child, if you close your eyes with doubt,

then you will never learn to see.

And besides:

Strength in numbers is only as powerful as

the strength within ourselves

Each man, to himself

Only then, will you have an army remarkable



A life remarkable.

Fight for what you'd die for.

A love, pierced with holes

pierced with locks

melted keys

pierced with acid

Our tongues, covered in blood and smoke

Unable to speak, or flick, or scream

I cannot keep walking dark, as a ghost

or as some knower of the future

I must reach deeper

I must understand further, the light that

abounds me