act of contrition

in bitter retrospect, i lay my head down and my vision becomes one with the multitudinous stars. the placid rhythm of their pulsation, like the heartbeat of history, keeps … slowing … down … and in my great sorrow for all the thing i’ve done, i seep away into soothing repose, like rainwater into a shore, letting the waves take me with them to a better tomorrow, where i am forgiven

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