A Post Master's Wish

Kneeling to beg,

      Sitting amidst post heart of ill contempt wrought feeling stars I pray; whatever Universe might allow forgiveness for the invisible within, Never seen, Never Spoken, Never realised: thoughts... However micro fraction of a contemptive second awoken, But absolutely beyond any shadow of fathomable doubt actualised, I beg forgiveness. Remedy the sickness of greed inside, for it breathes a birth to every selfish lie.

In earnest anticipation of,
Reading a better wish tomorrow