To Critics and Observers

I ran away
From stray bullets and flying arrows
To the secret place
Reserved for angels and me

The saints watched
Eyes,ears, and tongues painted paintings
But they watched unaffected
I love you ,Jesus police

Now this brain is full
Of this and that
Inner eyes,outer eyes,praising, condemning
I ran away .

Bose.

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