they say a light grows stronger

in the darkness

as we move forward to whatever

homecoming


who will meet me

when I cross over?

who will extend a hand

to me in my pitiful rage?


I'll know soon enough


for those in the earth

whose time is now

there's nothing anyone can tell you


we all find out in our own time

you have yours...I've had mine...



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