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May 2020
Today I am running on empty
nothing inside to fuel my rising
from this morass.

Does this wet lowland into which I sink
come from me
or the invading viral horror?

Alone I cannot raise myself up
I need a power far greater than me
to invade heavy me
with light.
Glenn Currier
Written by
Glenn Currier  M/DeSoto, TX
(M/DeSoto, TX)   
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