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Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness

But what it is, God’s righteousness, who knows?

The brain is broccoli, and muscles peel

like cabbage shards, the joints are garlic cloves

in red threads: the body is a cow.

Where does God’s righteousness even begin?

In the brain? In the rules? In how we feel?

All these separate here there and then now.

The mind is a cracked glass: we are insane.

God’s righteousness is wholeness, everything

here and now; only what is whole is real.

It would be righteous to know this, but how?

Faith says so. Everything but faith is sin.

Devils look up and love us the wrong way—

piece by piece: sex, viscera, tongue, eyes, brain.

But God alone is lover of the soul,

always everywhere suffering and whole.