To Be Adored
Some write to be adored...nothing wrong with that:
we are clothing and window dressing (even our empty
stores speak a department's worth)~as much as our words,
where actions fail...so we attempt to charm and clarify –
Christ wrote nothing, having mastered the authorship of
deeds.
But, seeing how I have yet to walk on water, nor have I
raised one dead (myself still in doubt)~I am a poet in the
stead: a copy of landscapes and skies; speaking symphonies
and ditties, tapping the phrases of my feet and the rhythms of
my eyes.
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