erstwhile and otherwise,
I compose a host
of praise and development:
most would be surprised
by the family of muscle.
in my entire
misbegotten saga,
there have only been four riders:
father, son, husband and daughter.
The rest
can be swept
as ashes and this calms me
on the edge
of the Great Betrayal.
All who can dance
have no need of Forgiveness.
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