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The moments
I feel unsure
of what comes next
are the moments
I'm most conscious of my flesh;
crooked feet, 
 creaking knees,
 bags below eyes.
existing. 
Yearning for God
to pull me back;
the tension of Purpose
turns the broken branch
into an arrow.
We all yearn 
to be hurled 
into usefulness -
to fly, 
and touch hearts.
 -kco

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When I was 9,
I watched
Superman
shoot
across powder blue skies,
Spiderman
swing through
urban sprawl
choosing -
to use powers that made them unique
to save people
who could never thank them enough,
choosing -
to sacrifice normal life;
Superheroes.
I wanted to be them.

Today,
America murders
then martyrs.
Victims
become…

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