the catholic conscience kills you now/not.

[jocular1]

I live in a holy world

bound by a guilt benefactor,

a crippling return complex.

Simple moments.

We are what we are doing not,

By thinking this and living that

I live in a moment

This moment, this

Moment-like reality stepped off scenery

Stepped in mind

Tied by lies, sighs, and far-off cries

I fell from the supposed

I dripped from the beginning

And dealt with higher powers

Mights and musts

Shoulds and coulds

Mired by the sound, the crackling between

The cackling figures

You are what you are not

We are circular, cylindrical, elliptical

We move in ways one can understand

I can understand.

Stand under me,

I stand under you and your ways

I am no omnipotence,

No omniscience

I am no conscience

I am guilt-ridden lies

Placed between commas and periods

I am wanderlust love like simple glances

‘Cross a room

Not restricted, free from prayer and sin

Heaven-like hell

She does tell you well

He tells you wrong

They lead astray

In

Confusion

Looking for an answer

In

A

Myth

Of

Creation

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