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Psalm 86

        MATRICIDE SPACERIDE

Oh how to measure my star struck tattered treasure? 

Quasi tears or mock lightyears? 

For it seems like eons............. as I still cling on 

to hope this black hole disappears.

His Grace is Ito space suit I put on each morn. 

Undeserved kindness implodes every cell.

While my quest is to see him as God does: Reborn!

Yet my "Gee" force feels the pangs of this hell.

There are no alibis for your galactic lies, 

and nano promises you never keep.

Is death what it takes for your passions to awake?  

Stellar love in our final sleep?

I don't know why self can't warp nine & die

Jettison my reason to weep!

Earth reentry on this note...............On you, 

my heaven., hope floats.  

Grace a Dieu...............this damaged vessel is 

still yours to keep.


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