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Pictures on the Cave Wall I look for the humility and pride I want in doubt When I can only look there. I close my eyes. Help me pray like a man. Not like a fool. Accept my doubt and my self-conscious blessings and My rote mumbled grace. Give me a chance. I know  I can be good. Plato saw shadows on the cave wall. They said something somewhere else is pure. I saw bright painted animals. I will go with the hunters and their dogs. I want a fire and food and love and I want to hear the love story again, Or the friend story: I’m 17, back in the boys’ bathroom at high school, punching and kicking Andrew Fane, who hit Colleen so hard and often.  I didn’t know. She was my friend. For months I didn’t know. How stupid. He humiliated Colleen, she crawled, She was my friend and that is more than a saint for me.    She was  my friend and this is more than a saint for me and for many like me. Save me from the coarse things all men are offered. I will do the right thing. Help me guess the right thing. ​Paul Anthony Hutchinson [email protected] www.pahutchinson.com Copyright Paul Anthony Hutchinson
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
Pictures on the Cave Wall
Pictures on the Cave Wall I look for the humility and pride I want in doubt When I can only look there. I close my eyes. Help me pray like a man. Not like a fool. Accept my doubt and my self-conscious blessings and My rote mumbled grace. Give me a chance. I know  I can be good. Plato saw shadows on the cave wall. They said something somewhere else is pure. I saw bright painted animals. I will go with the hunters and their dogs. I want a fire and food and love and I want to hear the love story again, Or the friend story: I’m 17, back in the boys’ bathroom at high school, punching and kicking Andrew Fane, who hit Colleen so hard and often.  I didn’t know. She was my friend. For months I didn’t know. How stupid. He humiliated Colleen, she crawled, She was my friend and that is more than a saint for me.    She was  my friend and this is more than a saint for me and for many like me. Save me from the coarse things all men are offered. I will do the right thing. Help me guess the right thing. ​Paul Anthony Hutchinson [email protected] www.pahutchinson.com Copyright Paul Anthony Hutchinson
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
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