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a rag on sin


ack!
once the toothpaste voids from
tube, it comes too hard to cram it
back ...
                                          ---barbsdad

[o]ur systems, perhaps, are nothing
more than an unconscious apology
for our faults---a gigantic scaffolding
whose object is to hide from us [the
fact of] our favorite sin

                                                 ---Amiel

oh! such a ruttled din
we make of inner storm

and stress throughout within
so by our toxic, noisome sin

against ourselves ... and so
against our far and near

of gentle kin

in point of fact, sin has nothing
at all to do with christianity, god,
any and all religions ... or even
run-of-the-mill spirituality
                                       ---barbsdad

(kin in this context = the human
species and other animals

sin = offense/betrayal against/of
self and others
)

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Xenia

18 years ago

HI

thats real great poetry. Your awsome.