Pious Pilate


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Before and after.

Another milestone in dysfunction.

An untangling of a necklace that is still being worn.
Impending dizziness over that which is coming
and,
cannot be stopped.
Stuck in the Cross’s fire.
A choir…
‘follow me where I go,
what I am,
and,
what I know.’
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Before,
flames of slip sliding hate.
After,
no professed patron saint.
Just middle age…
standing in broken shoes.
Thoughts of the pious Pilate…
beckons,
every door.
Addresses,
all good friends.
Yet, those adorned entry ways…were opened long before.
Long before, the children could settle the score.

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