Signal
7-4-13
At the chime and signal of eleven
I conjure up high hopes for a better life with my God in heaven
Reminding myself that this what I see here and now is not forever
But on the other hand the present tense is all we've got
Where we ought to be ourselves and not something that we're not
Plainly stated in such a shallow statement
By way of a pen tainted
With such July humidity and condensation...
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