--
I stood on top of people
and I said that they were You
I clung and pushed and painted
in a spiritual hue
I beat my pillow, wailing
that you'd driven me insane
And closed my eyes to all except
the haunting of my pain
When something gave me joy, my God!
I worshipped it as You
And pelted onward, heedless
of the great uncertain blue
of the fear of sober judgement
of the demons that I grew
of the Great Uncertain Blue
of the Great Uncertain Blue
--
Saturday, January 30, 2010
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