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| Illustration by Marta Sokolowska © |
this wishing
is not to keep on sinning
and still have a valid ticket
for heaven, mind you
but rather because
I have sinned
and I know
the lie of destination
perfectly well,
I wish to know
just how beautifully human
the imperfect journey
I call Life is, without
having to know
anything, save Love,
wing and prayer ...
you see, I enjoy being a sinner
as it allows me, I believe
a depth of expression
and sometimes
I must tell you
that I don't mind
the sinning either ...
when administering socialability
wee gravitate towards sinister
because of what it stirs
inside the calibrations
of scared, sacred math
I Love You
being the most complex
of algorithms ...
<vignette- as the poem fades into the cut scene>
and when
we started to walk away
prom wear on
through a paper lantern-ed
streamer filled hallway
leading from the gymnasium
we thought
we could
all evening long
we thought
we could smell
the outside
the night
it all smelled
of impossible
being within reach
and it was then
like when at the end
of pocket stories
glories we carry
letting go
into any surrender
we were
and had become
hand in hand
eyes inside eyes
wise, on and on
stardust again
EJR ©
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