Michael*s tattoo is finally underway. The reminder on his wrist, the vines up his arm, they will be there whenever he looks. He will not have to be reminded to hang on for dear life, he will know life forever grafted to the Vine. He abides. You go, Michael.
It is now tattooed
On the inside of his wrist
In Greek:
μὲνω.
The vines are underway.
They wind up his left arm.
The vines are a work
In progress,
The way all vines are.
He has meditated
His way
Here.
He is a meditation
In progress,
The way
All of us
Are.
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