some poor attempt at repentance

***

if i could once see (freeing from

the ape-pleasure needs)

then could i be a sun

wrenched, explosion, from

dull heartless blindness

to sparkle-sprinkle particle life

upon bone-tool cold brethren

 

if i could once live (fleeing from

the tape-measure deeds)

then would the sieve shuffle

me from finer fare

letting perish those

grains (average, leverage, knowledge) which

crumple like paper money

 

if i could once give (fretting not

agape treasuries)

then could i be a child

possessing only

what mere traits did God

first assign, design, confine here

wond’ring not at life’s purpose

 

and failing, thus, not to grasp it

 ***

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