Friday, July 31, 2015

A Sky Without Stars




God, harden me against myself,
The coward with pathetic voice
Who craves for ease and rest and joy. 
Myself, arch-traitor to myself,
My hollowest friend,
My deadliest foe,
My clog, whatever road I go.   

O. Sanders.  





Andrew Tipton

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