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I carry a dagger

I call it a pen

yes, in a way it can cut

but it also can heal

still, it writes my unabridged thoughts

where in that, I ask ferrets sin

I choose to see light

where darkness blooms

a positive that dances such a constant

in my physically limited view

where a fierce angry fist is first perceived

does not always preclude the arrival of a

murder some blow

life accumulates many pages, foot notes, reminders

and souvenirs

many that are false, true or just neutral in point

but the books are all only borrowed

we, the people only make up their rough veneers

the litter we pick up and or discard along the way

is more feed for the fossil yet formed

more folklore to pass down the clearer trail

fear by eradicated fear

tale by tempted tale

another drop of spirit

collected for perfection's plentiful pail

to be distributed in a realm

where all truth and love is revealed

the beautiful light behind those clouds you

sometimes see

that is our salvation waiting

patiently for us

a speck of a fleck from a glimmer of what will be.....

(written Sept. 7, 20029pm)