Thursday, May 17, 2012

3655. PRIESTESS

PRIESTESS
The girl with the ash collar,
I've never known before to be
so loose. She speaks for God but
laughs nonetheless. Odd how that
combination sunders and breaks.
Not a harlot of her own consternation,
or mine  -  for sure  -  she steadily
pushes onward. Yet all I see are
her doorways and windows, and
all those others peering in.
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Funny, is it, how men get bent up and
twisted, wrecked by Life and foiled
by grief? There are certain of us
who build perfect houses  - 
while others, only good at dreams, 
walk slowly between shadows and 
darkness  -  even those wearing 
God's collar - trying to speak 
of the difference between.

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