I can declare my
baseline cynic's worth.
I cannot condone
any sense of ego
in my spirit's rise.
I am possessed
in an empty way.
Mind will only defend me.
I truly love the light
in all beings.
It is for me to honor them.
I prefer smoldering
of dark lessons
to any blessed levity
coming my way.
I am critical of hope.
I have deadpan faith
that the worst is always
the doorman at my gate,
and denial is always
our greeting exchange.
I shun merit as a means.
For me,
innocence has no value.
I have spiritual power
currently exhibited as denial.
Helping others mandates me
with mine.
I disallow
all kindness towards others
as release for me.
I would accept as fate
that a collective act of spirit,
coming from others,
could release me
from my karmic crimes.
Through my victims’ hands
evolution comes to me.
In their passion for the light
my eyes are softened to receive.
I am as hard on my self
as language can hold up.
I am cursed by a woundedness
that rarely can display.
I am truly thirsty
as any next moment's darkness
becomes a cup for me to drink
from any quickening of light.
I remain transfixed
until my karmic bones
are scoured and pitted
with the sacred showerings
from these offended souls
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