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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Spiritual Drought

My fingers cover the veins of my wrist
backwards circular
depression gouge
force or steal
that hope within me 
Chris Filteau, a director of loathing
who can't understand or perceive
my purpose
who removed my purpose
on the wings of mercy
who cut my throat and lay me barren
death and sunrise
have the same momentum
on a summer's day
of deathly silence
he removed my purpose
my claim within me
to do good service
and love thy neighbor
he betrayed my trust
and laid me to waste
Silently and without informing me
he is dead within me
no compassion
burying chance
he cannot see out the top window.

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