is your nighttimes/timeline/dream. What is an affront
a slow death, is a saintly dimension. the barren dark moons
you call your own -
Unwillingly.
It is the day’s travails revenge;
retold tellingly.
A landscape playing hard – ball with your heart –
Depicting the countours of your relationship with God;
imparting a hard conact you maneuvered to avoid -
in the midst of a halcyon day.
At night, the God that generally lends a hand
– will leave you be.
You must thrash and turn and bleed -
alone.
