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Aug 07 2012

To be born anew again
is a myth I keep close.
That tabula rasa is always
just out of my reach;
whether I fail,
or someone else fails,
to hold up their end of the deal.
We all seek self-interest.
This ruins our clean slate
as soon as it is born.
there is no solace to be sought
in making ourselves clean;
we are dirtied as we wash.
Anger appears. Lies happen.
Even when retracted,
they hang out in the world
acknowledged, perhaps ignored.
perhaps not.
There is a lie I seek:
to be clean of my own account.
I may be born new in this place,
but never pure.

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