Will I go seeking absolution,
dragged down by the shackles
of sin in my swollen belly, or
ship out soundlessly from my berth
into the eternal matrix
where sins are but a fleet of
rubber duckies?
nm 2014
Will I go seeking absolution,
dragged down by the shackles
of sin in my swollen belly, or
ship out soundlessly from my berth
into the eternal matrix
where sins are but a fleet of
rubber duckies?
nm 2014
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Another profound and beautiful work, Nan. Thank you!
I’ll take answer 2 for the Daily Double! We all go to infinite mercy and grace.
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I do believe in the second option. Makes a lot more sense.
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Smile. Thanks, ole friend…
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Sins don’t seem too bad when they are viewed as rubber duckies. When I lived in Winston-Salem, they used to have a rubber duck regatta for charity. So, just picture people casting their sins into the water to raise money for good. Keith
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Thanks, Keith…
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