my voice yearns for hearkening
though my thoughts writhe
recoiling
in the wake of i
having been witnessed
my wish is naught more
than to warm hearts born weary
which is to say all
forms of life in its myriad ways
alas, like a fool
left to tend his devices
adrift, i lay hapless
aloof to abide
by the casts
i have thereupon molded
by god’s own forbidding
i fall to the earthen floor
awaiting its fine fate
to fold me within
Max, or Not 
I read this twice. Those last four lines were brilliant.
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We are all, very miniscule, standing before a greater force like the universe, Mother Nature, or God…
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we are as one with all of these
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