Friday, July 31, 2009

Found and Lost.

I've found the fountain. Yes, it's true. I've found the fountain. But, for all my strength, I couldn't get clean. I wrestled an angel 'til morning, but I don't have a broken hip that's proof of a blessing. I've got a still-broken heart, beating ever so slowly as if to remind me that this half-life I've been living is going to keep me out of the promised land. Like Moses, I've come so close to the fringe and I've been turned away.

I've found the fountain. Yes, it's true. I've found the fountain. But, it's all dried up with no drop to spare. Just the bitter reminder that I move too slowly, too begrudgingly, too stubbornly. Just the bitter reminder that I'm still too human to be immersed.

I've found the fountain. Yes, it's true. I've found the fountain. But it's all dried up...

All dried up.

All dried up.

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