A Vapor

The place that's hurt
Inside my shirt
Is healed by
same process

I gave my heart
In hope to start
Joint pursuit
Of Life's progress

My resume
The words I say
Are reflections
Of my insides

The chance arose
My hands unfroze
And flicked the switch
Before the changing of tides

Cannot reflect
On the effect
Pleased in the fact
That I acted

Said what I meant
Coins well spent
No single thought
Will be redacted

I care too much
To start out Dutch
My service is part
Of that spirit

I have this life
To give one wife
Words meant for the
Ears wishing to hear it

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