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As we slide into the 3rd World we have created Running from hurricanes With our SS# indelibly inked on our arms Storms swell and swallow our control

I am flooded with life Review the beliefs of my youth I reach for my first Bible Which has survived every move I am mystified by Revelation's hallucinations again

I would like to clutch an answer close Bury myself in a father's love But that's not how it goes There is only process synthesizing experience toward wisdom Almost getting there Like hanging onto a tree in a hurricane Before being swept out to sea