Hope.
Hope.
I am for everyone
on cold dark days
through their furor they cling to me
or let go of me
or reach
each to his fragment of my entirety
approximated by exposure of soul
I am forgotten
in their days of glory.
I bear no rancor
who am I
I am hope
~A. Corpus
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