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I have to hope this Interphase.

That I'm on my way to a new destination,

That there's purpose in this cosmic haze,

That it will be affirmed I'm God's creation

Even if imperfect by all means the word connotes.

Nobody longs to be a nomad who merely floats;

I am certainly no exception.

My driving forces hit a curb now and then,

But though I get bruised I keep myself calm

And steer out of harm's reach, applying balm

To every coffin of my past woes,

Thankful for lack of what my skin shows.