The ancient story is my biography.
It’s true.
It recapitulates the shape of my soul.
I’m simply unfit for the tree.
Unqualified to quantify
good and evil.
Such eternal and infinite matters,
like pretending to pose as The Tree of Life
to reach out and touch it
must always stay beyond my grasp.
Lord, put a flaming sword
between me and my desire to dethrone you
and resentfully rule others.
It’s a sad story.
But I love its luxury.
A story of I and Thou.
A script of Good and Evil.
thou art always the toxic problem.
I forever the pure solution.
The familiar arc of injustice
The boring trajectory of self-justification
Blind to my logs
Seeing only your sawdust.
The story sticks to me
and makes me Stuck.
Incurvatis in se.
Lord, pierce my heart with that ancient flaming sword.
I want to help you renew all creation.
Tikkun Olam.
But I only fix
by first finding my faults.
Mea culpa.
Not my brother,
not my sister.
it’s me.
Kyrie Eleison.
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