Tutelage of Me

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Gazing past you

Seeking solace in the wint’ry blue, that I might not be forced to look at you

Teacher
Distractor
Attempted diminisher

Before your tutelage of me, recall
Blank pages you were
Poor and lonely were you

Now, you’ve your green

What I was born with, you have stolen and will die with, you pray
But, we know what we know

As does God





Repentant

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On look out
Why, I?

Wanting her, Liberty
Freedom from all the ways I’ve done her wrong

Or forgiveness

Her eyes, corroded-coppery
Bore one capital “L” unto mine skin

“A Mighty Woman,” I was warned

And so I came, tired
And she welcomed me
And I extinguished her, still

Freedom

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First, -wait, first- I told her,

Before we may take the obligatory walk,

During which you don a yoke, and then become free,

And I don a wintry coat with tundra boots, and am forced to reflect upon my sin,

First,

I must self-destruct

High Point

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I swear the squirrel
Said make no sound
And followed her own advice

Having the choice
Of shade or sun
Opted for lowly and nice

Still she travelled
Efficiently
And got where she hoped to be

I own peanuts
I’ll share with her
Since she shares wisdom with me

Generalized

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In the green, green grass

Where we all wish to be

A smiling, warm shoulder

Honest and timeless

The snare of sin

And proper loneliness thereafter

Wait. That’s just me

Untouched

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So much talk and so many voices

Weighing down and weighing in

But still unanswered to my mind

How many light years and lifetimes

Given how alike and unlike our hearts

Are you from touching me

The I Am

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I once watched

With gaping jaw

And guilty skin

This One Guy acknowledge humanity

He came alongside the sorrow

Full-on admitted the fire

Reached out His hand nonetheless

Then stepped forth

In Everlasting Love

That I’d have new life

My God!

So I say, Here Am I