Eusebeia Philos - 2

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Neighbor

Better change your ways,
I hear the Teacher say,
when we question who
our neighbor is,
not just the dude in the pew
who sings like you,
off key and all,
or professors and their
obedient sheep tuned to
the classroom sermon,
all those in faithful repetition,
appear alike, sound the same,
uniform in the outrageous
dress of the same tribe as you,
no that won't do, get up and
cross the road that splits
your comfort from your disgust,
and do for others
what you do for yours,
clean up their bloody mess,
stash a few bucks in their pocket,
and promise to check back
till they're on their feet
and ready to be
your neighbor, too.

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The Desire of the Sane
                   After Michelle Boisseau

The desire that molds a stranger into a lover,
a lover into the departed
and the departed into pale flesh,
the desire of the sane
is one part silence and two parts scream.

The desire that nurtures a seed into a plant,
a plant into a vine
and a vine into a trellis,
the desire of the sane
hangs itself from the weakest branch.

The desire that transfigures a lie into a belief,
belief into creed
and creed into the unreachable,
the desire of the sane
climbs for the sake of the leap.

The desire that paints canvas into art,
art into flesh
and flesh into defacement,
the desire of the sane
slashes the canvas of painted souls.
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