Betwixt and Between
I live in the cracks of life. I plant my roots in the shallowest Of crevices, the nooks and crannies of broken Crust where something has given way. I exploit to what extent I can of hard divide, To make a life for however brief or long. Just to say, I live. I am alive. For now, here, in this fraction of a fraction of a moment I have to be tough, strong, and fight until I can no more, until I say enough and Let go my grasp here. :: Epilogue :: In the slightest of things, In the least obvious choice, Perchance there to light upon A moment of Grace. — Dennis Neal Vaughn |
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