1489
5.28
28.i.24
my life a dirty secret
for godsbother
all my life a dirty
secret
how I took up
left off
from and to
adversity
against the skyfalls
a godswrath loom
it’s what the
prayerful all must think
to come from nothing
to return
the body forth to
world
fast as colour shows
and all the worlding
was
as charged, with
guilt
vile and childish
once in motion
grandeur in the
traces
much a cause for
shame
this itch
and then hereafter
I was always bumping
head
locked horns
blamesoak and
brighter
the damage I did
putrid till gone
mainly in plain view
a black cloth cap
for one and all
things to chase
like petal fall
who knew?
and so the need to
tell
the need to tell you
all
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