[Originally Published — October 2011]
For the surprise of justice sleeping beneath the rust.
Given out is a nail never hammered deeply enough.
Take only enough to absorb it like thin layered cream,
Stop short of the urge to plead for it,
Then purge away the need for it.
Than your own school of thought.
Run by principals paid by your brain and your heart
Tamed by the obscurity of doubt;
When the event horizon sets in
It’ll feel like caressing— unmoved and cold
So scared to expect so much from others,
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