It's in Their Foreign Hands.
And I stand with my heels to it
Palms down and moist
Heart poised and quietly quivering
Inside my unknowing chest
The lights have yet to come up
And the audience sits waiting
With authority and mystery
And my fate in their foreign hands
What will the verdict be
Freedom or failure
Life or death
Either way,
We all eventually rest.
Written 12.9.09 @ 12:28 AM
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