Veil ...
Luke 13:24
24 “Exert every effort to enter through the narrow door,
because many, I tell you, will try to enter and will not be able to.
Veil
Self-imposed confusion ... lifelines in the palm
burning all the traces of extradition to my call
Loving the illusions ... cemented in the calm
keeping me from places ... where I could “save” my all
Pouring the anointing oil in my own tub
diluting it with water wanting to be civilized
Bringing it to a boil ... until my time is up
for I did not bother ... to see my heart crystallized
A short way to go now ... having everlasting to get there
priorities the vehicle ... as road-signs appear clear
I will somehow get ... a taste from somewhere
to overcome the obstacles ... possibly from my peers
Jan Wienen
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