I now return you to your regularly scheduled activity

you're probably tired of my poisonously vatic mode

but so am I

besides I must serve--God demands that I serve--

but when I try

to serve I'm prevented from then damned for not serving--

my intent is good but that doesn't matter--

and perhaps I shouldn't have bothered writing

since karma demanded a redress of wrongs

that precluded words from being my means

of service--or did I just evade my purpose

with heavy-duty self-mythologizing?--

with all the harm irreparably done

I'll leave for a bit--or for good--drop a line or not--

I don't know--I just going off to find

what the hell it is God wants me to do...

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