Vive Pro Hodierno
Yesterday,
cracked open,
broken bones find unearthly shapes—
viper words whip past your lips
landing like a
sledge hammer to cold hard steel—
the past
pounding relentlessly in my head.
Today,
vast night air cleanses—
passions’ emptiness
settles soot from calamity--
Held breath unchained
blends perfectly into peace.
And standing close
next to you, my temple;
I have found my religion.
TJKG
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