Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A Realistic Analysis

As I tumble through the sky,
I begin to understand
what it means to be in the
hands of God.
It's about time
I came to understand this.
I relax, knowing
there is no defense left.
Somebody else's project now,
or maybe none will do it.
Beyond caring.
Others will fret, either
left without the pieces of my flesh
or saddened.


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