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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