Scales fell from Saul's eyes when
he repented his transgressions.
Not for me, the knee-bent
sucking up.
My eyes are scaled over thickly
by my own hand.
The wombs I move in are dark but I see
with the keen eye of a guarded mind
my logic always cocked.
Look over your shoulder for the hustle of words.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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