Tilt.
Feel your freedom like black-blue sand
Palm it
Squeeze
And see how easily it is overcome.
Make the apologies you wish for.
You are the bigger man
If you believe in forgiveness.
You have a padlocked mouth
Filled with keys
Each named in a number
You somehow know.
The beats of tongue
To temple
Of righteous
To hand-picked by sisters
This is how you were delivered
And I pray you the healing
I know you now need.
I once more embrace you,
My brother.
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