A Morning Confession

August 25, 2016

O God of all that is living,

and beyond whom no death can pass

here is my confession

yes, yes: I am corrupt, wicked, slothful, manic, obtuse and more;

but more than this

worse than this,

greater travesty than this

great Giver of Life,

I am dead.

Buried under layers of falseness,

entombed in foolishness,

decayed by fetishism.

If there is any mercy

any grace,

Forgive me,

and bring me

breathe me

birth-bear me

again into that life,

that really is life.



(May 2011)

Brussells Alleyway 2013

Morning Debris, Brussells, 2013.

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