Trust

 

trust

What is it about

You

That I should

Trust?

Is it your wit?

Your intelligence?

Your skills in research?

Or is it that

You believe

You are

Infallible

When it comes to all things

You?

I do not

Trust

You

You

Are too full of

You

To be worthy of my

Trust

Trust,

From me, must be

Earned

And to

Earn my

Trust

You

Must admit that

You know

Nothing

About

Anything

That is

Me

Confined

confined in mindConfined within my mind

I grapple for a time

When difference is a given

Fact

Fact:

To be not them

Is a sin without

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Is given by them

To those who become,

Them

Them who are everything

Them who are law

Them who are

Love

Love which is for

Them

Thus, I am

Confined, within my mind

Grappling with them

To let, simply,

Me

Be

Me

 

 

Separation

seperation

It’s not so much that

There’s a right or wrong

But that there’s a

Me

And

There’s a

You

When there’s a permeability

To what is

Me

Then what is

You

Pours into what is

Me

Making

Me

Confuse what is

You

For what is

Me

It isn’t that

You

Are right, and

I

Am wrong,

But that

I

See that

You

Are not

Me

And it is wonderfully OK for

Me

To not be, at all, like

You