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Transparent Silver shiver of sanctity find my flesh, wanting to burrow inside Knowing I am not worthy to walk the clouds they offer, I turn my eyes away, pretend not to see How can I cozen good and worthy angels? To place my sins upon a platter? Sin-eater, who takes my sins away from me, willing to digest those wormy pieces of meat holding my every deviation from what is right and necessary My sins are mine, dark an dreary doorways of my absolute destruction Acts of contrition done, I am facing the vagaries of my life Now I see how black a cloud is my graceless state Will it swallow me and hide my sun?