9.8.17

i have seen diverging paths

and they all lead to one place

like arteries.

i await the wasteland

beyond the threshold of where we are

now.

heartbreak is heartbreak

in this life or the next,

sentiment is frowned upon

and whiskey

in ample supply.

let us join hands and pray:

dear father of the heavens

take us as we are, as you made us —

sinners who are so only because you

call us so. my name for what we are

would be lost.

but i see the divergent paths

and i am not afraid,

not tonight or the next or ever;

i do still fear morning though;

i will always fear revealing light.

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Written at 8:03 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.