Poetry of a Conlanger

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Dealing (4/29/06)

I got home and resolutely,
Viciously,
Defiantly,
Turned up the volume.
I dealt.

And now I’m ready to talk to you again,
At least this once.
After, maybe never again,
But who knows?

Thy will be done…
As we forgive those who trespass against us…


Lies are lies,
What’s done is done.
There is nothing to look to
But the future.

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