Dusty
I put on my sin, a dirty old coat
Comfortable, well-worn skin;
Everything is spotty today,
The world through scratched lenses
Moves in and out of focus.
That hard drive head crash wail
Assails my ears and
Discernment rails my fear
Toward the inevitable
Clear thought:
I am desert dusty,
Wrinkle-filled,
Crusty, lusty, musty -
Unwashed and unwashable
But for the bathing
Sin scathing light
Of truth.
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