I wrote this back in 2003, one of the last poems I wrote for years.
Taking my soul from the ice cream assassin
I left my heels where I couldn't fly
Seeking out light and clean realms I can pass in
Deep planted seeds in the Autumn don't die
How many exiles await in the underground
How many can Flightless and Sightless deceive
Where do go to fit under the big top
Where do you plant your orchids for your New Spring
Walking myself through the Fire trial
I washed the filth from white sheets I was given
Blinded my judge with white wit and wile
Then burned down the court where I had been driven
Still you search where it's burned out rendered barren
How could you find me with your cataract eyes
I know what you wished for and what I promised
But you don't mean it you don't really see it.
Now sewing on patches to get whole again
Covering tattoos of tears I cried
These threads will follow wherever you begin
But I won't move you from where you died
Just put on your hair shirt if that what you've chosen
Get your own ashes and live through your own fire
I'm not your Savior your Lamb not your New Spring
I'm only me I'm only clean
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