Provide forgiveness,
Wrote Stetkevych of
Tardiyyah lyrics—
A circumscribed field
For forgiveness, but,
As is often true,
What applies to small
Poems applies to much
Of the human world.
From desert stylites
To politicians
And celebrities,
The harsh solitude
Of a visible
Loneliness in air,
Bare to any eyes,
Begs for forgiveness
Not available
To lesser mortals.
But you can’t have it.
You shouldn’t get it.
You should climb down first
And not ask for it.
Live years without it.
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