it is true.
samson grew his hair again,
charting progress with
rulers and mirrors
till it flowed like the jordan
over his broad shoulders.
somewhere,
a vengeful god smiled
at his faithful servant,
knowing his punishment
soon would be meted out.
but it was not
to kill the philistines,
nor to tear their buildings to the ground.
he longed for one more touch
from her left hand,
even as her right hand
still held the razor,
even more as his trembling hands
brought the pillars down.














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