aging bones, stuff

Dear God:
losing
self in moments
can stomach,
losing
bits of self to fogs
would kill
freedom
came along finally
after quarter century
dear god
do not let fate steal
more from me
survival instincts
are strong, bones
do commit perfidy
bones of past I’d
consigned to holy river, let
them stay strong in memory
losing
self in moments
can stomach,
losing
bits of self to fogs
would kill
so, help me god, don’t
force me to pick
a bone with you
~

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