not in age or stature
but in inner countenance and memory
number means nothing, i suppose
yet how ironic that as soon as i reach this threshold i want nothing to do with it
from bleeding, panting, sweating, and shouts
i have come
kissing a book
repressing an earthly concept of love
and daring the wind to chase me
kneeling and reading
conservative to liberal
judgment to humility
i ask for a transformation of my inner most heart,
as long as i know that someone pursues me
i ask for no expectation
just a changed heart.
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