There are 7 paths around guilt - gilt-
edged guilt: the guilt that twilights you
each morning after the day's brief crystal opening.
We can walk our way around - through meadows of innocence.
We can deny. We can obviate
by doing good. We can deconstruct.
Or, we can use it as lukewarm purgatory,
and turn the hot tap
and the cold with our mental toe, as we
drift the hours by - future as entropy.
There are no paths
around guilt. If there were, guilt would have
no function. It is its own end.
To live without peace and ...
can seem the only way: a stone in our shoe, a bonespur, a
cramping of muscle and mind.
But, guilt is shared - guilt is a secret
compact. To render guilty is to deny our guilt.
We can weave shadows aound us. We can offer
as truth what is lie. We offer it as stony-faced,
pure, transient, a cool, warm, diamond sea.
And then, what if we are lied to?
We scour for clues, we feel
the inner silence. ~ We
think to find others are true,
someone somewhere is genuine. ~
We seek to receive what we rarely
give in ourselves.
But, to be guilty is not the most evil, but to
have been. To be unguilty is.
Guilty guilt is handed on & down,
is passed between compatriots, siblings,
generations . It's 'pass the parcel'
and 'musical chairs', until choirs fall
silent, until the sad man,
says, yes, I accept this guilt,
I own it, I will not pass it on.