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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