the tear, tattooed upon my cheek, stares back at me as
meaningful as my natural reflection from broken glass.
Greater than me, My existence, My purpose that
I know nothing of.
Revised 3 December 1996
the tear, tattooed upon my cheek, stares back at me as
meaningful as my natural reflection from broken glass.
Greater than me, My existence, My purpose that
I know nothing of.
Revised 3 December 1996