my home stretch
blurs in the heat--
shimmering on a liquid horizon
of mirage and anguish--
the regret of living in flesh
incomprehensible to all
but those who feel--which is most of us...
go figure why we botch so much
in the name of a god
we can only imagine wrongly--
I'm glad my time is at hand--
much more time alive can only further
kill my soul--and only God can call that time--
Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
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