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A certain path
This twisting pain must be the path,
what other path for one like you,
insensible to all sensible things?
Your path to God is this hooked thread of breath.
Is sun aflame? horizon blue?
Anyone else would know but you when you
notice at all think it's a sign you do.
So pain is needed, mindful pain
to wake you into mindfulness again,
a hooked blood painterly and horrible
whose spatter must not clot till even you
feel the things clearing in you, even you
feel the you hooked and reeled into
this ultimate you're blindly walking through.
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