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B is for Absolvable

i declared the silver moon a wafer
put it in my mouth and said, "bless me father"
since you know the sin i live in is monumental
only this moon will make it absolvable.

bless me father and take my confession
and bathe me with the rain to ease my condition
since you know the sin i live in is monumental
only this rain storm will make me absolvable.

i lift volcanoes to my tongue
it's the only way i can speak peace to old and young
and since you know the sin i live in is monumental
only hot coals will make me absolvable.

the highest trees could not prepare an incense
that would take away the stench or the incense
but since you know my sin is monumental
i will burn the tree for me to be absolvable.

i built a room outside of creation
sitting in the void; the silence is my meditation
for since my attitude is high and irresponsible
only exile will make me absolvable.

i would take the tears of all the world's haunted
baptise myself in all that pure liquid
since you know my sin is always with me
maybe their purity will absolve even me.

i would strain my ears to hear, "it's okay."
to know a peace from love that knows the way
since you know my sin is deafening
only a still small voice, could bring a cleansing.

April 19th, 2014
tracy j h


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