Be Aware

sometimes I shiver sometimes I freeze
balancing on the spider’s thread
between church’s chandelier arms
the customs officer for all roads

it is bitter to smile or to cry
I hide my helplessness
like a dandelion globe in my bosom
I can’t abjure it

Christmas trees drip resin tears
inside the font where I was baptized
names of places where I stopped
haunted by half-dead hopes
dreams amputated without anesthesia
crosses raised slanting in the storm

the sin of despair grew like a whale
devouring all wrongdoings
clasped in a shrinking carcass
my name separated from myself
like a poisoned bead of white mistletoe

at every crossroad my body or my word

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