Blessed
In my deciduous repair I hold conservative air
To rub off lingering dirt
Pejorative to my birth;
Descendant from the Spirit that carries me pelagic,
Forwarns of the forbidding, allured by the quipping
of the detestable hellions
with the voices of the sirens.
The helical path disobliged
my moral standing.
For the ambivalence in the Spirit
are awak'ning.
To face what I shut out
that keeps on pushin back.
To face what I shut down.
