Walking on surfeits
Above ground sinful and imperfect
Fallen overboard but not sinking
Drifting out towards see
Sharks fins encircling me
What’s left to protest about?
Takes a real concerted conscious effort in these last days
when self examination small still…permeates and beckons
Counting blessings and not breaths
Losing count on all accounts due
in “stinking thinking”
on the brink
on the mends
on edge
inflicted injuries linger infected and inflamed
angry reds
defer to
healing purple
and nothing rhymes with purple
save for something made up and unreal
The many subtle deceitful hues
of pagan’s muse
Nothing equals royal purple
Nothing supercedes
Nothing circumvents
Nothing can twart
the stark unfolding impending…
“means to an end”
Anthony Gomez
I submitted this before revisions…
see final draft here, thank you.
http://salvoesinfaith.wordpress.com/2015/01/13/means-to-the-end/
a.g.
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