I'm not called home yet

though I want that more than anything

my time will be up

sooner than I think

I must learn patience

I must learn to let all this horseshit

wash off me while I wait

for the sky to open

and take me despite all the wounds

of the body marked on my soul

and at last the chance

to look back through the canyons of years

to see what set all this

misery in motion...

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