A poem written in response to the problematic phenomenon called 'enthusiastic dualism' by Laurence Singlehurst.
I stand Y-shaped
Before God
In his presence I am free
In his presence I am blameless
I go into the world
I stand alone
I crumble
In the world
I am chained
In the world
I should be blamed
It becomes a cycle
I stand in Church
My eyes closed
My hands high
I go out
I bow
Wretching on the pavement
After a night out.
A cycle.
Worship, sin, worship, sin.
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