Reus

mea culpa
   There is dust on the journal.
mea culpa
   The ink has congealed.
mea culpa
   Promises made from the self to the Self
   not yet broken
      but strained
   and I fail to wrench the flail from my hand...

mea culpa
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa

[written 4/4/17]


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