winds sail slow
arriving with difficulty
to confession
I speak against another
back turned
burned by sun light
I am familiar
with the dark –
with poison
with automatic disappointment
that my lips may
part for lava
but not for pardon
and I sail slow over
raging seas
arriving with difficulty
to confession
where familiar darkness
speaks mostly
about me
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