this is as far as I can go in this sojourn
maybe you'll hear from me again
maybe you won't
what difference either way?
mercy the visage of judgment?
how can I affirm anything?
in my broken run I scramble to the finish line
as God's fists pound me more heavily...
oh what did I do to get it this hard?
knowing is not supposed to matter
and whatever I had to say probably did me
less good than it would for others
but is still just another crying echo in infinity
the last echo marking where I stopped and my journey continued...
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