To finally fall away,
the outer shell of myself, a sleeve
that contains me.
I have shed what I could and now
I am left with simple form, to question
the meaning
of

body.

..............

I meet others and wonder
at the hardness of their hearts,
the unforgiveness of humanity
for abnormality and disorder.
I have found compassion
and yet others have not, and will not,
their point of veiw
is all or nothing,
conformity or exile.

..............

For these demons there is no
surcease, I am filled with
unhealthy spirits and yet I have
found the Name and beg for excorcism,
to drive these thoughts away,
and fall into sweet ease.

..............

The body is nothing without the Spirit.

03/31/2004

Posted on 04/01/2004
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