your bondage at last, is broken
free of weakness
free of shame
unleashed
incorruptible
amoral
you breathe
you rise again
beyond
your body
uncoiled
like smoke
exhaled
untightened
undone
each move
in the darkness
flickers with light
each shudder of flesh
communes with the night
unfrightened
unsung
and unsoiled
understand
there is peace
in understanding
he is gone
believe
in his pale, wrecked face
but you
an old man
must live
and in his bloodless pain, his lifeless hands
discover
what ... grace
and know
in an unshattered morning
there is nothing he can forgive.
Helmut Berger is mentioned in another blog of mine, Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered.
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