Stone EnclaveA Poem by PeteIf I put my head deliberately into the fire, there is no appeal to fire or to the maker of fire, and I have only myself to blame. - Thoreau![]() Better to have burnt skin in the game. Letting truth take temporary refuge in shame. Hindsight always looks back from a crystal clear day. Time erases all remnants of conflicting gray. Redemption always grows in neat little rows. Chiseled within the art of Heaven's undeniable prose. Take no regrets to the grave. Huddle for eternity in a ... ...stone enclave ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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