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a new one...
Sep. 5th, 2005 02:46 amSelf Portrait: Unbeliever
"To God--
If you have formed a circle to go into
Go into it yourself & see how you would do"
-William Blake
I kneel, a cold blue coastline. Praying:
it is a word I say that means these pleas
are heard by someone who knows what desperation it takes
to send up cave-dark & crystal-fisted secrets
that every theory I have suggests will never be heard,
someone who knows how deep-gashed & red across my chest
it is to say these words:
I met a schizophrenic man who thought he was a robot.
He spoke in a stilted electronic accent, moved
his left arm as though it were made of sheet metal.
Dear God don't ever let me be that marginal.
I still have things to say & no one listens
to the girl who can't stop crying. Will I make it
through this floodwatch, God? I am licking the insides
of your wrists. My tallowed marrow hopes for your existence.
"To God--
If you have formed a circle to go into
Go into it yourself & see how you would do"
-William Blake
I kneel, a cold blue coastline. Praying:
it is a word I say that means these pleas
are heard by someone who knows what desperation it takes
to send up cave-dark & crystal-fisted secrets
that every theory I have suggests will never be heard,
someone who knows how deep-gashed & red across my chest
it is to say these words:
I met a schizophrenic man who thought he was a robot.
He spoke in a stilted electronic accent, moved
his left arm as though it were made of sheet metal.
Dear God don't ever let me be that marginal.
I still have things to say & no one listens
to the girl who can't stop crying. Will I make it
through this floodwatch, God? I am licking the insides
of your wrists. My tallowed marrow hopes for your existence.
