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plunge

into

imaginary places

cryptic honor

the proper sinner

the grimmest castle

poison wood

the infection of man's mind

captivated by confessions

of the truly wicked

we thumb through porn

as if looking for coupons

to save from the Sunday paper

the ocean so hungry

draws us to its shores

alone

and alive

th sun swims passed

all man's eyes

God never forsakes the sea

of impossible dreams

the gift of our own

too human short comings

our disgrace

or for others

the simple disgust

of knowing

that we

as we are

now

will never of

our own hand

be good enough

Jesus had to come

how else could the sin

be truly washed away

from his pain

his blood

from the freedom

of our former tortured

to be damned souls

'Forever Salvation' flooded forth

all mankind rests in his unknown peace..........

(written July 19, 2001 110 pm )