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Not The Confessional
EM (3 October 1967 - / Baltimore MD USA)

Not The Confessional

I don't come holding a silver plate
piled high with off-white sin.
I want no incense or collared priest
to absolve or sentence me.
I am not penitent. I am pensive.

Webbed consciousness shivers as
I grasp amnesia's knot. Veins
swell. My vision rocks. I seek
dialogue, discourse with selves:
demons, saints, angels, whores.

Eucharistic parts suffocate,
fearing judgment, punishment.
Only blank pages, opened mouths
offer needed sanctuary, not
dark secrets in a Confessional.

I want no absolution in a dusty booth.
I taste the ecstasy of the vernacular Host.
These words are my communion.

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Comments (1)

Too right matey! You don't have to take the biscuit, nor tell anyone what you wish you hadn't done what you did - even if you didn't or you don't. And don't let no-one tell you that you do. Still, it can be nice to chat to God sometimes, just one on one. Bless