There ' destiny is that you do not win with contempt.
(Albert Camus)
The texture of the flesh
envelops me as well - man -
in essence a creature.
feel you deny the community of that seed
is a flaw.
You think you're done.
right - among the living - in the pipeline.
but the animal points to you
Cain threw the first
as a mark of species
the painful stones.
Other my customs.
I do not dress shoes
literature or science, nor know
but understand your words
very m'indigna
your shame and blame
for the journey shared
to the junction that separates us
after a thousand dreams.
© John Abbate. All Rights Reserved.
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