betrayer
of my Christ like-mindedness
so concerned for the welfare
of my ego image self
recognition accommodation
breathing in the choke me dust of my glass house living space
my eye planks write across the mural sky
speck finding nose turned up so
violation judgements
the weight of my scale
condemning praise breath
"Is it I?"
sneaking stealth
pockets full of worldly wealth
glamorous self-righteousness
gluttonous greed for eyes on me
"Is it I?"
my own familiar friend
in whom I trusted,
who ate my bread,
has lifted up his heel
against the only good I carry
"Is it I?"
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