The struck match

When this light should slip away and the embers of today lay cold within the fireplace,
when words are not enough and never could be,
just to say that I was here and faced it
sometime alone and sometime not,
and painted words with and with what I’d got
got shots at the jackpot
not a lot,
but it was and is enough to say,
I made the day my own and now I have outgrown that fire lit and split off to some infinity,
perhaps I’ll see a God
and maybe not.


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