Tuesday, January 21, 2014

perhaps I will crouch under a bush

like Saint Francis

and bless beetles and toads and snakes

or perhaps I'll be bitten

because I am a faux saint

these creatures can sniff out in an instant

I have to balance my self between worlds

but love the one I inhabit

and the guileless animals

can spot a faker like me a mile off

and disabuse me of my intent...

they purer than me

they purer in the eye of the One

than one who tries so hard to catch all the eyes....

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