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Lost Pilate

I am the scribe who spends my day fixing angles to a pin yet in night dreams I spill my seed despoiling Seraphim. I am the pilot holding fast to a course that cannot win I am the finger on the trigger to loose the dread Sarin but through it all I only feel this icy cold within and pride in duty honoured, is this my greatest sin?

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Lynn Marie

Date: 4/8/2017 2:26:00 PM

That you were even able to write of this atrocity Dave, is a testament to the incredible heart within you. To pen such raw emotion of personal responsibility is gut wrenching to read. Who knows the tragedies that may have occurred if you didn't step up to serve. I believe we all contribute to the 'health' of our planet. In everyday encounters, do I encourage acceptance ,understanding, patience and kindness? I am grateful for your service, I am thankful for you and your poetry. Heartbreaking write.xx

D.W. Rodgers
Date: 4/9/2017 9:36:00 AM

Thanks Lynn