The sin of greatest omission - to liveneither in nor of but merely on, torefuse the world’s magic, eyes sewnshut with fishing line, ears packedtight with doctrine and twigs andmud, a scarecrow’s existence alwayshaunted by the memory of Noah’sraven that never returned.
But some speak of a redemption,a thorn-sprigged hope if you dare:commit, rip-stitch your eyes,unpack your ears, lash yourselfto the charmed mast, whisper thetwo-word incantation of saints -’thank you.’ To get started memorize her body’s contours,or learn to chew tobacco like your Pepaw,or collect amber bottles to arrange on ashelf just so beside the prints a friend loaned but you never returned. -John Blase
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