A Late Find.

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A Late Find

In the middle of the world,

making hay while the sun shines

I find a splinter from the cross I was told to bear.

I pick it up and turn it over on my palm.

On its surface are written

in tiny blood red letters -

Do not go here, I went for you already....

So I don’t.

I just move on

singing my soul out

from this field Potters field

of regret.

Yours respectfully Judas.

love

eric

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