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I. THE CONFRONTATION The angel. It stares at me- For what, I wonder? In its glossy eyes- So wet that it could reflect My staring face back That remains anti-climatic, That remains forgettable That still remains staring. The angel. It should laugh- At me, the Fresh And Modern Fool Who is short of sparks That go off in the heart. However, the angel- it does not Come to me with its Face red, Face puffy, Eyes glossy & losing faith That is reserved for its Creator. II. THE NEW SIN In fact: It has not come to riducle me. For my lack of speech, My lack of basic human tendencies, My lack of basic silent rhythm shared between one person and another- Instead, it wants to ask me- Or better yet- it Demands me, “Who is it? That has hands As red as this blood pooling Out of me, Never to stop?- “Whose hands can stab, An angel without agony, Without underlying trauma That nurtured him?- “Who could possibly pray In front of me, With their hands bloodied In association with a blade- “Eyes without remorse Or personal passion? Why, why, why, oh why? Could it be you?- III. THE ACCUSATION AND FORCED PERCEPTION “The Fool? The Fresh and Modern bufoon That fails to begin yet Fails to end?” - eoz.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
The Angel That Has A Mouth And Feels Pain Must Want To Speak
I. THE CONFRONTATION The angel. It stares at me- For what, I wonder? In its glossy eyes- So wet that it could reflect My staring face back That remains anti-climatic, That remains forgettable That still remains staring. The angel. It should laugh- At me, the Fresh And Modern Fool Who is short of sparks That go off in the heart. However, the angel- it does not Come to me with its Face red, Face puffy, Eyes glossy & losing faith That is reserved for its Creator. II. THE NEW SIN In fact: It has not come to riducle me. For my lack of speech, My lack of basic human tendencies, My lack of basic silent rhythm shared between one person and another- Instead, it wants to ask me- Or better yet- it Demands me, “Who is it? That has hands As red as this blood pooling Out of me, Never to stop?- “Whose hands can stab, An angel without agony, Without underlying trauma That nurtured him?- “Who could possibly pray In front of me, With their hands bloodied In association with a blade- “Eyes without remorse Or personal passion? Why, why, why, oh why? Could it be you?- III. THE ACCUSATION AND FORCED PERCEPTION “The Fool? The Fresh and Modern bufoon That fails to begin yet Fails to end?” - eoz.
originally written on march 28 2018.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
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