I see through you
because I traveled through you
you are a black hole personified
you hide with sucking gums of old age
behind the youthful blood of children
you live among the dead
pushing off the inevitable
with your expansion of lust
tearing down all those weakened
in the wake of your descent
no longer will I lick wounds in worship
but body and spirit will rise
in one accord
as tectonic shifts of alignment
unseen, but felt deeply beneath
I will set free the captives, robbed
and will make manifest
the restoration of this new day
strong hands lead me now
toward eyes of amber light
my gaze will never waver
your time is running out
dust of our soles gather
in reverent low places
to be swept
by brooms made of lashes
deep calls unto deep
where grieved and misfit
meet Weaver
threading golden glory
with ease
like medicinal manuka
through the eye of
His needle
thick belonging made known
with slow drips down mind
to roll off tongues in praise
i woke walking,
tall grass bending without wind
a minute here, is as a thousand years--
facade without an end
my third person dances in mirrors
reflecting replays from the past
she saw him again…
and itʼs always the same
circle and repeat:
slow motion running,
a slap, and ripples up his cheek
his presence multiplied
for promises of peace
a cerebral padded cell
essentially her hell