it is never fair
to love a gypsy.
And this room sings into the quiet of my mind
finally.
i'm trusting.
some Change is an 'accident;.
some change comes in the mail or
via phone.
other change is chosen.
And in this second I am
choosing
to change my eyes
towards the changes.
it is here so I will have It.
here is this n[e][o]w.
air, feeling, face, season, reason,
drenched in divine Jesus ink.
covered in his fingerprints
faithful
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