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Where You
Will
I’ve got the
devil in me,
every
sidetrack and dead end
a necessary
purgatory, a station
to re-think
myself.
Push on
through—your mother
is pushing,
too.
I saw the
devil jump
into the
mirror of the world;
I saw death
without judgment,
a shopkeeper
sweeping the street.
I blew my
breath
into
morning’s light.
I’m with you
in the rain.
At sunup you
can go home;
at sunup you
can wake for work.
I followed
the sun
and it led me
here.
Push on
through, push on through.
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