4/20/2010

Redemption

Who taught you how to feel,
to tell the difference from
what is real and what is missing?

And they kept coming, the lessons,
the waves of doubt, the half-light
playing between night and its stars.

The things you believed in, that space
where love grieved, shaping itself
into a body of arrows and knives.

More specifically, the techniques of
being human, effortless as tendrils
of lightening traveling down,

a symbol, a figment, a glowing streak
of destruction or perhaps, just perhaps,
a sign of redemption.

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