Come Holy Spirit, renew and guide

If wounds are where infections come,
and coursing blood that brings them in
throughout the body that succumbs,
then how lost we are, how lost,
when with cuts we do not know are there
we steer by their starved gapes, and lay us bare
to treacherous junctions and thus are tossed
from cast to cast, without peace, enamoured through
our misapprehending apprehension
of the positive good, what shows within us
in the negative, in the forms of wounds,
and what the wounds are drawn to, to what first rent,
and the way of our acquiring is all hell-bent.