(Discombobulated on my birthday)

(Discombobulated on my birthday)


Beyond yearning

Is the bedrock

The binary state of yes

Or no


Birthdays are complicated

Thirty-six-years of poor decisions

Lead to this one being alone


It didn’t have to be alone


I chose as I always have


Morning sadness


Evening peace


Will I ever get used

To reruns on tv as the main dish?


Don’t know and don’t care -

The world Is on its way to ending


The final judgement will show us

 how the coin lands


Though we flipped 

and caught it in our palm


The judgment is not hours to make


We are everything and nothing

The plot

The extras

The victims

And the persecutors 


But we are not

one thing, that is the judge


It’s in the air

All we can can is….

Hold out our hand in expectation


To catch the coin


And let our name be called


To whichever It may be

Eternal salvation

Or eternal damnation


A billion choices


…but all roads lead to Rome.

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