I fall down.
I get back up.
Mostly I fall down.
.
I spend a lot of time down,
come to think of it.
Very little time up.
.
I stumble a lot
in between
the actual falling.
.
Down and up,
stumbling, fumbling, tripping, lunging;
starting all over again.
.
This is the way of salvation.
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Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
If it means salvation from myself i can be content to keep falling