I Can'T Touch You, I Am A Leper Comments

Only you know of nakedness more naked than not having clothes. Please raise your head in pride for the sweat that drenches your hours, for sweat is the love-fluid that sanctifies our collective vessel. If you feel unworthy or downtrodden, then we whose hopes rest in that vessel should be prideful for your sake. For Rhyme's sake console yourself: it is not your fault that certain hearts were roiled up. Those shattered hearts ache terribly for beauty that promises wholeness. Once storms of petulance pass, they can still find something in your rhymes to soothe their knobby stumps.