“1968 – 20/20”

Dying, in quotes, is just letting you go, ‘thing we practiced thus far. But while you’re twistin’, hopin’, I hit doors open ‘n ajar.

When you meet yourself, be kind. Brilliance for millions of deafs and blinds. We all grow w’eyes. Passing o’er takes help and so many tries.

Love drips thro’ ‘ourglasses. One joy. One release. Mom and dad resting, e’er waking us to peace.

Forgive me Author, I know not what I do. Who’d ever submit y’fear to forgive was never for them, but You?

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