Monkey Puzzle
March 16, 2022
As I take my cape
And step off the crackled canyon
I notice how clear
The world is.
You see all the dreams I could live
But not the one I see.
Your eyes aren’t green and strained.
My supple knees carry visions
to my stained looking glass
where I see my own facade
Color, draw, play
Set this body ablaze as your
Hands
Cup the frail flame
I’m a mess.
Glorious and righteous pride
Separate in space
in air. I feel my lungs
Fill with water and a toxic past.
You clear me from what weighs me down.
But what holds me from my own indulges
Are holy virtuous and victorious hands
Hands bruised and torn away.