Thirteen

When dressed for physical illness,
waiting for the truths.
Will you let me take you?
No secret faults, no shameful desires.
I think I’d rather walk.

That firmness, peppery.
That’s why I got so stirred up.

I’ve got news for you:
Those that provide real strength.
No man is fit for society.

I have relatives who will only answer
my father with a look of despair.

“My child, here, I give it to you, time.”

The shutting of gates.

I beseech you. I was now free.
I believe for a night. I was carried by the wind, in gold.

I was often tempted, so I wish to do two things
so that those good fathers close over me and my calamities forever.

But soul, whom I tend, you shall surrender it to desertion.
At these moments I wept for his world.

Never is God more to be.
Remorse extinguished; lies, the true way of gaining Heaven.