Jesus never washed

his face again--

after Judas kissed

his cheek.

the most impactful,

the most liberating--is

often vilified.

a thankless monster

whose healing touch

becomes the basis of

all evils.

grace made to be discarded

as dead weight, yet how it

comes afresh--only to be said

of it no longer serves.

having spurred a rate of transformation

that must be deemed an invading force.

the: me, and not me of it--the crude cuts

of gross misunderstandings.

an imposing silence which must be

driven out.

avow,

piece apart yourself--

remembering to hail

your Marys.

praying by force of

nature to manifest in

an other's dailiness.

there is no need,

what is vowed through

is truly kept.

profound sensitivity

surrounds itself with

elusiveness.

the avoidant legacy of

a feast of nerves.

thunder clapping feathers.

protecting against what

will be the death of, its

perfect fit.

all that pure nourishment of

a world standing on end.

elusiveness surrounded--

becoming Itself.

~My isolation
has never
known solitude.
It was just
blinded
by the light
of truth.
Alone is forever
where I go
to sit in peace
with you~


impossibility loves me just as

much as you, firm as a way unable

to be seen thru--where i was a

wayshower, now i am not.

there lies the sacrifice, held there.

as one world promised to another

undelivered, seemingly hostile as

two broken arms left to embrace

aloneness.

being with it in all its impenetrability--

there's a caving in so deep no one can enter.

except the forgiveness that guides merciless

suffering.

to where one feels forgotten by the world

they so fiercely inhabit.