If You Are Saved From Your Undoing, You Can’t Be Saved By Your Undoing
Guilty, I’d pled
when left for dead
for what I had said
but as the undead
squeezed my bonehead
I’d sure been misled–
Life is no deathbed–
so, I skipped out and fled
a glimmer up ahead
of the storied beachhead
where they say love just spreads
from all that’s unsaid
