Written in my palms

                    Disguised like lies, tortured by common sense,

                    proving your strength my priggish mortal flesh,

                    an angel's clarity pulled down to mud,

                    vanquished then crucified by greedy blood,

                    poor as wise beggars, wealthy as free fools,

                    where did I lose the liberating truth?

                    am I this wraith floundering, so scared

                    among her feelings vulnerably bared?

                    a humble rebel of eternal psalms

                    with the prophets' sign written in my palms.