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I wish a blank space could sometimes be seen for what it sometimes is.

I’m takin’ a walk while my house is rebuilt.

I resort to poetry because I haven’t spoken to my lawyer yet.

 

I must first apologize to you, my brother,

Before I approach our Father, in penitent faith

All attention on the spinal cord of our Lord….

 

 

(A side note: as a writer, I find that my fingers caress the keys when I think I’ve made/ they are made of marble and alabaster).