An Involuntary Redemption

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"Kafka - © Guida Almeida "

An Involuntary Redemption

Hope,that solitary mistress...

somehow abandons me, yet the sun doth shine somewhere

even though babies cry under bullets perhaps sold by my treasonous hand.

The air on the other side seems stale.

I dare not open the door for I fear the rumble of rats..

Persistently stalking, spreading disease and invading my lost innocence,

they are are no friends of mine.

If they screech out my name I know them not.

Given no heed, at times the battle seems lost forever

by acts treacherous as they are involuntary.

Eyes not withstanding, a heart incapable of grasping a vision's full compass,

The Lord thus eases my pain through an apparent blindness.

Still, in a myriad of fragmental imagery I am brought to my knees torn by tearful doubt.

Redemption of what I know not brings no solace.

and (to the East) I sigh

as I search.. and find but dark thought.

I thus come to you with my candle,

in an involuntary redemption

(To Libya,
to the human desert,
to gun running warlords as they greedily

murder me...
an utter rage of silence
and opposition)

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