while praying to god;
I inhale arsenic,
exhale carbon monoxide.
compelled like a steel
vessel to a magnet,
slender fingers caress
laptop keys
and tap out a prayer
this is a way I pray,
a way to convene and
work with god –
I did not take the
suggestion –
while heavy eyes beg
for sleep
a still shot of
sunrays through sailboats
and ripples dancing
through reflections of
blue, green, yellow,
and pink
fades like all moments
of yesterdays’,
though filling the gap
between
that which is within me
and the endless tract
of all that is beyond.
my soul smiles and
swells with gratitude
as I speculate that
this may be what it feels like
to actually build a
life.
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