Even storms to begin,
Come to an end.
But there is something about complaints,
More have come to find habitual.
As if a ritual.
And sought with others to worship.
In an unending process.
To accept as normal.
Done to validate.
In a religious sharing,
Of excuses to make to be welcomed.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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