duplamente bom

feel no shame for what you are
as you now are in your blood
fall in light
grow in light
stand absolved behind your electric chair, dancing
past the sound within the sound
past the voice within the voice
leave your office
run past your funeral
leave your home, car
leave your pulpit
join us in the streets where we don’t belong*

*recortes de «new year's prayer», de jeff buckley