I hate it when you touch me.
Make me close my eyes
Bow to your name I can’t respect.
Turmoil tangles veins of knowledge, I have
Inconsistency to paralyze me.
You do not know me, shadow
No, ghost, you cannot lie
To shut my eyes
I believe in light and angels.
Take the halo from my rim
Fellow sinners
Replace it with broken mirrors, one for each of you.
Use me, abuse me, learn from
My transgressions
I know you see likeness in my
Silhouettes
You miss the point, follier
Blind to circles and redundancy
You pattern
Towers of lost butterflies.
Don’t you see, little man
Son of my mistake
I fell to it, but yet I’ve learned
So that you may know
Ignorance is bliss.
Accountable to knowledge
We become pencils.
So change this world
Because you’ve seen it.
It is yours.
Hug yourprostitutes
Fix yourburningbuildings.
Pray to the beckoning artist of it all
Born holier than kings
In a barn of dirt and rags
I see it now
To reassure everyone
“no one is too low for me.”
This is my open eye, angel.
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