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Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place
 
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
 
 
 
I am the penetrant man  
Inside my light shines
Held tightly  
The swinging beacon  
From a grip harboring the future  
 
Safe harbor from my eyes  
 
That sting  
That pierce  
That fling the shine  
And dry to pillars  
Of salt that funnels the hourglass  
 
Slow twirl and beads like pearls  
That slipped their catch  
 
I am the penalty and purgative right  
I am atonement  
And the sympathetic left  
 
I have walked like doubt  
To double back  
And trip the shadows stick  
 
But it hangs like death  
My countenance had ached  
My fist ungrasped  
And opened  
 
It hangs like death  
The penitent man  
To swing  
And fall  
Un roped