to do sometimes
what you do not want
doing
like mingling with
sinners
feeding the poor and
the oppressed
praising those who
do not deserve
a word
living with dogs and
rising with their fleas
talking with nonsense
and embracing what sometimes
is undesirable
you have stooped to the level
of the mediocre
living with the dirty kind
and getting their own stinky
feelings
immerse yourself
you keep asking me
immerse to the bottom of
humanity
feel them and live with
them
these are the works of
God you say
and here i am still detached
from you
wondering: for how long will
you compete with God
for how long will
this blasphemy last?
you are gone for good
and i yet have to see
your wings...
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