My intelligent one,
you laugh at a savage's fear
and mock an addict
and the love of a priest,
and me,
who's all three
and forgives you for your laughter,
for your eyes
and your feet
and your sex.
They have brought what was dead alive,
and imbued my words
with what will make them survive.
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