hanging small in a corner of the sky


the pitiful soul looks vainly back

on the deserted body

as those in flesh cry for me


where were those tears as I stumbled through

my life wondering what I did to deserve

the painful and dubious love


and the falseness of every yearning turned

the instrument of corrections

that binds us to our sin without mercy or grace


having clawed my way out of this Philip Milito

I am left with damage done and receipt for payment

and the last lament for ignorant righteousness


like a star in this corner of my sky






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