Tattoos
On the human skin engraved
And for long seconds watched by The Enslaved
To the speechless delight of Spirit of the Eyes
Brazenly walking away with a victory, giant-size:
Self-pitying sighs From The Holy Ghost
Not remembered at His invisible but nearby post.
A great saver of precious Time
Now becomes Time’s Reckless Spender,
No longer valuing the accruing dime:
The tapestry on human skin his shaming bender:
What a magnificence - also quite dreary,
A preserver of one’s potential but in theory,
The covenanting marks largely a lasting puzzle
To the Neck-Deep Worldly, an enduring dazzle…
To forever remain paintings of resilience
On the welcoming flesh of People of Eminence
In some sense, the on-skin signature of The Anarchic
And stylish affirmation of a mind, chaotic;
Sometimes a hurried search for an intimidating identity,
Wherefore they may be The Badge of a Non-Entitiy.
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