I staggered and lurched
With the start-stop
Grace of a drunkard
A gait with which I
Doubtless whittled hard
Away at my roots
Life spilt out in fits
Expired on the floor

I sought You
In humility
To gather my wits
So that now I can
Fly in a tailwind
Subsequent to a
Wave of true grace
Everlasting in
Spirit permanent

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