Heart of yours truly following
The tracks on which the sun beats
Daily cross such ambivalent skies,
Oh that you could speak
To us in kernels silent
And heaven sent
Of the journey we’re on,
And so unequivocally
For which we’re meant,
Give us this day
The strength to keep
Our heads high
And never
Repent for all
Our mortal weaknesses,
Even as we know
It’s our fatal bent.
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