when flesh succumbs to illness it is sometimes too weak to resist the subtle pull of the spirit
a slowing down occurs
i leave my perch upon the merry go round and lie down
rising only to move like a ghost through empty rooms
searching I find truth
an answer to prayer
though a sad disappointment and a confrontation of poor decisions awaits on the morrow
too sick and tired to be angry now i curl up on the couch and strain to hear the voice of wisdom crying outside in the street


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