Do not forgive me for the circumstances of my personality.
xxxxxxfor the prodigious murmurs of my delirium.
xxxfor my illusions and illuminations.
Do not forgive me for those I’ve raped with my hands
xxxnor those I’ve saved with my tongue,
xxxnor those I’ve murdered in my mind,
xxxnor those I’ve revived.
Do not forgive me for the forests I’ve laid to waste so our dreams
xxxfor worshipping the stars with the blood of a new born.
xxxfor torturing the oracle in her temple.
xxxfor walking blind into the ovens.
xxxfor inaugurating the moth as our queen.
xxxfor seeking refuge in her chrysalis.
Do not forgive me for being born again.
Do not forgive me, for I am a lover of things increate and annihilated,
xxxthe edifice of phantoms, the ghosts of the living,
xxxmonuments of rain, blue palaces of memory and air,
xxxphotographs printed on sand.
Do not forgive me, for I am the warden of the beasts as I am their slave.
Do not forgive me, for I have studied your sacraments and I have prostrated
xxxmyself with the weathered youths of your poverty.
Do not forgive me, for I seek not the skeleton key to unlock the heavens.
Do not forgive me, for we are all aligned under the constellations of human
xxxmythology and there we are all the same.
Do not forgive me, for I have endured your forgiveness before and I have
xxxbowed as the heir to your psychologists.
Do not forgive me, for my corruption is now the pupil of my innocence.