Everywhere I look
and everywhere I turn
You ride me.

Your spurs dig deep
in your impatience
for my soul.

Be patient, Devil,
my mind is still whole
and my desire does not rest.

I'll not yet be ashes
for Your Urn!
And this...this to you I tell
without me
go to Hell.

by Judith Ann Kashuba

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