Writing is a confession of sin

What better place
than a sacred place
to confess

that impurity and profanity
are the deepest darkest lies
we know, the sin
we need to keep
out the claws
that never menaced,

that never tore to pieces
our satisfied skin,
our righteous anger,
our whole walled world.

I confess:

I am complicit
in protecting myself
from all that is,
seen and unseen,
known and unknown.

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