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All ye lost souls,
Who long strayed from the light:
Remain hopeful and vigilant,
Your convalescence is almost in sight.

And all ye blind lepers,
Whose malady is merely
waking up to see another day
Rest easy,
Your cure is also underway.

As for the reverent...
Call me a heathen,
and a life denying scum.
Do it now, it’s your moral imperative.
Mine, is to spit on your side of the narrative.
So what are you waiting for?
Call me a heretic!

As for the rest...
I wish a more affirming message came to me today.
I wish I spoke of triumphs and lighting!
The kind of speeches that give others strength to keep fighting.
But my strict moral code is only to feel what I say.
Except when I don’t,
I am also a human that way.
Life already affirms enough of itself over me everyday.
With or without my consent,
Life always has its way

But don’t listen to me lest you do.
I’m no poet, neither am I a sage.
I’m just a nobody,
playing with words on a page.
For you, even less,
I’m whatever you want me to be.
I’m ravings of madness and nonsense,
Showing up now and again on your feed.

Bottom line,
If you know what I mean,
then you know it.
If you don’t,
then as much as I’d want to,
I couldn’t show it.