once i smoked a peace pipe for him. now i ask what
jesus asked: forgive him for he knows not what he
does. blind though certain of his sight. deaf though
hearing what he will. i know inside you wonder if
i am the one blind and deaf; i am not. god cut my
eyes open and sliced into my ears. i saw too many
awful things and i heard my wailing in reply. now i
look down when i pass people on the street and i
stuff cotton batting into my tender ears. i wanted
it to be enough but god took a sword and thrust it
into my chest. my hands flew up to eyes to ears to
heart and tried to stanch the flow. now i hold my
open palms and see the invisible tattoo that someone
left behind. i can not erase the past and undo ever
having something to forgive. everything keeps
breaking open and i keep bleeding out into the light.
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