STOP DON'T DO IT I am caught on the scaffold my hands on the lever of the trap door that will send me back to the life of my own errors and everyone else's I would be the target toward which I fell a long line of descent straight as the runner's in sight of his goal like the master of later life addressing the last seconds of childhood I make an appeal for mercy to myself resistance is an extension of hope backed by defiance it could be so beautiful this falling apart of destiny into pieces picked up in any order it's not over yet you do not have to abandon your reprisals or your forgiveness dawn is coming the decisive moment