Insecticide #37

Conversion point algorithmic psychology;
and uncertainty in the stars,
as chance begets the sum of my illustrated dance.

The inspiration of God;
as I took up your hand,

Innocent love,
the admirer and the admired;
all my life has been thus,
for me to be beloved, or be loving.

Never both, save the rare split point crossover.

“NO DIVING,”
a signal flare from space;
no dying,

It is the urging of Heaven,
to bestow its grace on me,

And it is my urging
of my own will,
to turn this wickedness
into kindness,

Into love for you, and for God,
and for my family.

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