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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