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| In the church of broken hearts, soul-crushing amid them -- aisle-divided, humbled souls cast eyes to directed idols, daily relive shame: self-persecuting, yearning divinity, bereft of some forgiveness, but infer -- think about what we have NOT done to serve better. My alms won’t salve everything. You wear the white frock, rise above the sanctuary in the nave instruct the naïve sheltering eyes from distorted rays oozing through stained, bubbled glass. In this warm-scene-amphitheater, we must forgive ourselves before you for impure thoughts and ignorance, because we have not cracked ancient code reprinted in your bibles, translated from dead words to entreat me, them -- to inform confusion we are never worthy, lost without whatever baptismal water you can spare on dry skin. When I came through your pearly barricade, I needed someone to hold -- and still I seek, yearn to believe there is some sanctity left for this grubby, worthless one, labeled. Your eyes are not what I need. 6.14.20 6.29.20 edited 33 lines, since you have not enough fingers and toes |
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