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Bastard Of Time

When time loses its hold
  do you choose a new father

Free of place and all station
   even freer from blame

Your mother is now
  and your mother forever

But your father is a choice
  much more than a name

Do you wrestle in torment
  as he calls out to you timeless

 Beyond the past and the future  
    -where you forever remain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)


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