All of my foibles make up my day

In every way possible, probable.

This flaw in my character,

This same short coming

Leaves me so very vulnerable.

I am somewhere in the middle

And the point of my sword

Defines me, pointing the direction to be.

I remain obsolute

Within the foibles

That make up my world.

06/17/2008

Author's Note: ... some recent musings.....

Posted on 06/17/2008
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