Pass the Collection PlateA Poem by PeteGod himself culminates in the present moment, and will never be more divine in the lapse of all the ages. - Thoreau![]() With empty pockets and a hungry soul. Down but not out. Teetering on the oh-so-tall fence of doubt. I dismount from a high horse and open my closed eyes wide. Like gathering redemptive bread in the desert. I'm in. All in. 'Til my last thankful breath ... ... and beyond ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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