this is me
a puddle perhaps
but a puddle can also stir rain clouds
somewhere deep in the heavens into action
but this is not me
a mirror image of good and truth
I am not a lightning bolt on one set path
I am multi-tasking
orbiting and colliding and careening in various directions
a human, a cell
cancerous, if you will
a virus sinking my teeth into every breathing organism
and sucking out it's life only to progress to the next
this is me
praying for forgiveness
merely human with a conscience
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