to escape the cost, the pain
i sought the one sided coin
with which i could buy a ticket
for that sailing across my void
a journey from cradle to an empty pit;
generous compassion, i thought
i should transact to live my todays
dodging the travails of yesterdays
but purer the compassion more pain
was on the other side making gain
repeating that Nazarethean likeness
etching in soul, advanced with soreness
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