Passing the Saints

PASSING THE SAINTS

for Brad

I am compartments within compartments,

boxes within boxes,

bowls within bowls.

I hold more than you know

or can hope to know, because I am all of it.

revolution is redefined as I sit in whitewashed rooms

and let my mind ruminate, wander too far

until I'm not sure you are my reality anymore.

a nebulous hope consumes me:

someday

truths will be irrelevant,

morality will be universal,

and I will start it all, the catalyst for change,

for passing the saints with their snobbery,

for I am holier than they.

I do not succumb to hypocrisy,

nor lust after my own reflection in the river

or the church hallways.

there is only one way

to find out.