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Apostasy

I am willing to admit there is something

That allows me to rise above

These feet of clay.

(this confession comes at a cost you cannot imagine)

Yet it still shocks, even me,

When something takes hold of my hand

And guides it to write a line

That may just be sublime,

That may just be the line

That grants me a small measure

Of immortality

And is remembered.

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