the presenting of nostril-spreads with your eyes
in that searing down into an unflinching stare
branding me with your judgment delivered
is for me to put on a uniform
in receivership of guilt?
what do you expect to come forth from me?
I do not live in your kingdom come.
you are your own religion unto yourself.
you praying in your world
does not make it rain in mine.
the interface we share
has grades of sandpaper to it.
some are gross
and some are very fine.
get a grip on yourself in that way
and resurface your deliverance.
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