Monday, March 8, 2010

St. John of God (patron of bookbinders, dying people, firefighters, heart patients, publishers)

sanity unravels like a knitted

blanket that covers my feet.

if this is what it means

to be holy,

I’d rather find you and

go someplace I’ve never been.

I beat my chest, slur straight on

till morning.

I reached the light and found

nothing but

a parable.

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