Emissary

This poem as most of the others i have posted was written about 10 years ago. My helpers have been pestering me to post 'Emissary' because they say it will help some others that may be going through that same thing now. I resisted because it is sad but as you all know energies can be very persistant. So here it is. I hope it helps who it is supposed to.
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"Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall."
-Tobias G. Smollett

I.
Rumi said
Whomever brought me here will
have to return to get me

They came for him
I wish they'd come for me

I don't insert needles in navels
Or drills up noses
My black eyes do not
Wrap around my head
And though my head gets
Big sometimes
It's not big
And that's just one species
But sometimes words and truth
render the speaker leprous
to others
because you're not safe
because people don't know
what you will say next
because I took the test and passed
but passing casts you aside
the test:
speak your mind
speak the truth
and people will
abandon you
and those that don't
will treat you with trepidation
and you will become the leper of the village
and there will be no Jesus
and people will cease to bother
bothering
because they don't understand
why you don't get it
because they don't understand
there's nothing to get

II.
You are a leper
in a village of one
far outside of
the city
alone with the truth
because though people
ask for it
they don't believe it
when it's there
or they do believe it
and it frightens them
into a complacent pack consciousness
a willful ignorant bliss
and they will kill you if you come
too close again

III.
And you're losing yourself
because you are beginning to believe
you're crazy like everyone else does
and you're lonely because no one
sincerely talks to lepers
and you wish someone like Shams*
will come and ask you a question
that makes you fall into the cosmos
and see all things ecstatically
someone who will lick your wounds
but that was Rumi and this is you
and you are not so lucky as that
and you can't live your life
constantly wishing on and for
things that don't seem to be
Comin' Aroun' The Mount'n

IV.
you're barely alive
and people don't notice
and the few that do
think it's something that just
began today
and you're a leper again
and your contagion
is
honesty

V.
This is not your home
and people won't listen
to feeling
and you feel like your plane
has crashed on an undiscovered landscape
and you're crashing
because there's a hole
in your fuel tank
a slow descent
and you're staring at the
rapidly approaching ground
crashing
crashing
crashing
and there's no one in the forest
to hear.