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Pinpoint
In sleep I see the nail
Pass through the yielding flesh;
Jesus knew about that.
But we are skin and bone,
Already. No reserves
Of fat or of muscle.
Bare bones. No resistance.
Every strike and rumble
A nail, hammered, pinpoint,
Into the joints and cracks.
The torment forcing us
Towards strange submission.
Soon we could be up there,
On the cross, con...
Sunday 29th December 2024 9:05 am
Muttering
Living here in the free world,
We can get up every day,
Expressing our opinions
And saying, more or less, the things we want to say.
Inconvenient, no doubt, for some, at times,
Who cannot hide the truth or cover up their crimes.
While elsewhere it can be dangerous to even smile
Or raise an eyebrow, clench your teeth (or fist),
For showing disapproval puts you on a...
Tuesday 3rd January 2023 5:34 pm
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