By KatyBeth Date: 20 December 1998
Beating heart race to the finish of this question this hopeful remark and if you lose or win or remain altered for all times never break for my sake Let his words quench your stomach's aching thirsts and if they are sand pound it silent and firm to each muscular, porcelain wall Breakage will be soul deep And strength will be your rope If only his words, his beautiful sacred words Would feed this dying hope.