I learned too early of the fallibility of W

O         R    D S.

That one can say 'I love you,'

but really mean - 'I want to hurt you.'

That they can say 'This is the will of God'

when really they mean - 'This is the will of ME.'

So I learned to look

s

i

d

e w a y s

to fractal         see-think-feel

depth-charge-sink

and also         fountain up.

Sift for evidence

                      comb for nits*.

Pool thought          concentric-ring.

To skip my mind plink _------_ plink _------_ plink or

                                                                        plop

if needed.

To balance truth against seeming.

To separate         eyes

                                        from         mouth

                                                                        from         hands

and

        see

what

        each

was

        saying.

With my searching came fine particles

of understanding - filings magnetised

and much love.

Yes         love.

For the flawed.

For the suffering.

For the incorrigible.

For the crippled in spirit.

For the ones who cannot         speak.

For those who speak uncomprehending

and for those who cannot         hear

or fear to do right

who hide

in comforting, delusional         lies.

I learned to love and to forgive

because I, especially

                                  I

am irreparably flawed

but fatefully-fatally-fallibly human

                                                      too

and that is good

because that is what I am         meant

to be

as are you.

*lice