Fault

23 February, 2007 at 14:11 (Uncategorized)

Tiptoe grinning Trickster twisting through my spine,
Ah, to put the blame on a God, now that would be divine,
But this thing, this fault, this, this is all of mine.
Can you feel it, as the bottom falls from my world?
Can you feel it, as I lose the grip on my newly formed soul?
Did this thing become as sordid to you as it did to me?
When this should be high art, not some illicit secrecy.
Where did the mud come from as I tramped across the fields?
Before now they’ve always been grassy,
But I have no use for mud on my spiders web,
I’d rather take the thread and bind what little soul I have now,
I’d rather take the thread and run with it…
No, I can’t run anymore, take this thread, hold it with me,
We’ll see what we can find, and when I’ve driven out this fault,
We’ll see what we can bind.
So tiptoe grinning Trickster, I’ll make time for you,
But this line with all its faults in it, if not a gift, then what?

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