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Created
2025-02-21 17:11:20.010 -0600
Observation
Be unto me
Thine own flesh
To what which has yet been spilled
Soaked in the ashen mud
And what will grow from it
From ye neglect
From ignorance
From pain
Forthwith to be unbent
Resolve untested
Yet thy wound festers
Underneath
Nigh strength unto weakness
Becomes change where in
Suffering you will find peace
In thy flesh
Response 1
Ape together, strong
Response 2
A father we can not fully understand
One where our birth may yet have a meaning
Or may yet not
Does our understanding preclude a moral judgement?
Response 3
Are you truly different?
Does the difference reveal
that you are any better?
Divinity cannot be seized,
only ordained
Stolen divinity does not a god make
Revision
Several times a day I call myself lucky enough
To be afforded that which a moment elicits feeling
In peace I will find myself