Failure remains sin:
It is intent that incriminates,
which shackles us in irons.
Was it not the Pharaohs who taught us?
Those specters who upon death
will weigh our hearts to a feather?
Not our minds, no,
nor our skins which obey.
Reluctance will not lead to salvation
when our most secret desires
build walls of consumption.
It is this that beats me through the chest
prac-tice is not per-fec-tion
But still, I am restrained.