Some time back a few runaway drops of rain
got away from gravity, with gravity's help
Though in my arrogance I claimed them, regardless of the
mortal sin
I had taken upon myself
in doing so
What a grand display of idiocy
how I barrel in
fists flying
banner rampant
chasing only regret down my track of virtue
Wasted words, wasted thought
Wasted love, love sprinkled about like
far too much snow
here in the floes of mineral fire
I am forged of stubborn ice
though
stubborn is not unforgiving
and unforgiving is not impervious.
Gravity undone and the strands of
my matter, undone
and where I have forgiven
I've given
and little grains of salt
are just a pillar in the distance that's
just
a little smaller today
than it was yesterday.
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