The light you see

Be careful of the things you hate
Staring like a cat at a dark pool
Taught like a predator twisted bodily in sweated sheets at 3:20 A.M.
The face you dream of
Etched in abomination
Becomes your face
The words you cry in protest become their words
Your voice their voice

Blessed are the meek
For they shall sleep without dreaming
Blessed are those without justice
For they shall wake without fists in their chests and throats
Blessed are the forgetful
Forgiveness is a myth or a mystery
But the deep unknowable depth of human limitations and divine carelessness will set you free

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