I have been scuffed along
all this time
time flies. good escapes me.
nothing new. nothing truly joy.
no tranquility beyond description.
I am vanity at the moment.
all I ask is a little supernatural.
sparkles in mud puddles. beautiful rainclouds.
intricate spiders. thirty-minute goodbyes.
sleepless prayerful nights. crying for more good in the gray world.
just some God sprinkled on the mess I've made.
that is all.
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