In praise of the Goddess

Mission impossible

Call me only on a mission impossible.

Weaker hearts need a mission improbable,
so when all falls apart,
they can mix hope with a sense of despair,
and drink it endlessly,
like a fine cocktail.

I need a mission impossible,
so all can fall apart,
and in the wreckage,
I can be the only thing left standing,
without understanding,
but a complete knowing
of myself.

I need to get myself back.

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