Morning Penance
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1 min readOct 27, 2017
The sun’s patient awakening in dawn
Is like an immutable river.
Could I have been wrong all along?
A youth penanced at the altar of religion.
Can I strive to be more, yet less?
Does even an awe inspiring morning
Come with the prerequisite sting of a mosquito?
Paradise is littered with mosquitos.
The clouds part leaving in their
Wake golden impermanence.
