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Sep 23
Written: 9/22/2025

If you declare the Heavenly Father's glory with your waking breath;
as the greatest on high! For every morning?
Then you'll gain His knowledge and wisdom.
But, on the despondent day: Tuesday, I fall
into the hours of temptation.
Even after my own private declaration.
Then I remember how millions blame God for this and that.
Is the 'invisible hand' keeping you down?
Or do I believe that us pawns allow our own removals.
They fall below the separators into steel and chaos
where the leprosy grows lower than the walls.
Capricornus the laughing god pulls the strings of those who
bang against the flaming panels of poverty
and believe this life is a carnival of flailing body parts.
Life is a circus but not a joke.
Entertainment and the world’s valor blinds.
The lovely act of repentance is shared
And we climb out while cutting the strings off.
With red beating eyes we dust off for the next day
And watch from a far Capricorn to instill his
Power, supply and demand.
A poem of warning to those who seem eternally stuck in bad times.
Sean C Stucki
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Sean C Stucki  36/M/New Mexico
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