The worst of all sins:
the willful concealing of the self
before the very Being and Lover of all selves
…yet I must ask: how can I do otherwise?
For you with your passion for love
have drawn near but then
left me too exposed
vulnerable to knowing, vulnerable to being known
And I resent both the magnanimous gift
and that most intimate gaze.
So I pull the covers
over my head
and choose
the sin.
God is a ghost
and I will not be haunted.
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