I looked through the thick filament of entombing darkness that netted umteen nightmares, doubling my carping sense of guilt that foreclosed all my redemptive options. Where am I supposed to wash up all my sins of incest and concupiscence? Neither martyr's sanguine blood, nor the crystalline baptismalwater, nor all the perfumes of Arabia can cleanse the myrad patinas of my encrusted sins.
Reason for writing:
The sense of smallness in the face of big forces that impell an individual seek escape routes ,perhaps, triggered this poem
Birth sign: Pisces
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