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peter christian kierkegaard wept for what his brother could not

the lacklustre tale
of an issac
who was smart enough
to shut the fuck up
for mankinds sake
true wisdom drew
its maiden breath
in the secret the boy kept
from sarah's anxious eyes
me, i am
the poet mentioned
i see the scheme;;;
the spectrum left to right
and never white
my responsibility long-
accepted because
i know what birthed
the shake in peter's hand
as he signed away his rights
as the break in isaac's
voice as he pleaded
to his creator on moriah
soren read genesis
and paused in debate
at isaac's fate
peter read on searching:
what of the fucking ram?

5 Sep 08

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