the test of allegiance
and of holiness.
an accent, a lotus on my shoulder.
an accent gives us away.
restless, nomad, orphan,
untwinned,
posturing.
but my water has become wine, it’s
spring time.
i dreamed that peter learned to walk.
and i demand that it be so, because he can’t
steal from his own father.
you can’t steal from your father,
because what is his is yours.
we inherit the earth.
panopticon:
my soul’s curtains wrenched open.
