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"A Triumph of Sorts" by Joe DiMino It is a triumph of sorts To find alone courage Primal seed placed in us Such has the foundling A father/mother Deep and rich in the blood Needing no other reservoir The saturation of spirit Of all inherent traits Best the family tradition To pass on That which we dreamed noblest Even if a world Not yet realized Such are the erasers of generations Softening the edges We call borders A frame is undeveloped The fear, especially when Its primary guilt Are those fools Of gold man die for In place of the living And to say Rays of hope are angels Also to say they are Good demons of sorts No grave matter When one knows That failure is a rung Atop the ladder For all inventions Climb till they find a base A foundation that supports As high as it is low Any worthy blue Always a sky above The outer limits For we fall only To rise in direction Climb those pegs of stars Where the dark begins And night never ends A blot where all pointers reside Needing only one sun To light our immediate places So I choose hope When no sail of reason Myth without a reality To suit me And God When I am sinking Gravity a law But not a true direction When it comes To deeper treasure Love my embodiment And only compass Leave a comment