but this calling is strong, and denial is impossible.
No measure of weight can justify what now presses into my chest.
and the mud amongst the passage of my throat is drying to permanence.
Harvest the crop of memories.
To what's true, I offer thanks.
I've found what's pure and I've found what's sweet.
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