Death and Dimples

death and dimples

if i die 

before i wake


i'll hold your hand


for old time sake

i’ll kiss the ground


salute the sun


cling to ash


till eternity comes

we're on a role


in this fish bowl


fed by the lie


that we have control

and yet i wake


i reach


i scream


as if my life


could mean a thing

so where does it end


nobody knows


the lie that we feed


is the thought that will grow

yet who is he 


who hears our cry


takes hold of our hurt


and dissolves the lie

seems he is me


without all the shame


despite my mistakes


he still calls my name

purpose is there


you reap what you eat


fine wine on the vine


or crumbs off the street

this is the day


the now of our skin


the moment where choice


could save us again

he is the vine


we are vignettes


inside of his grace


there are no regrets


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matt francis