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Prayer
"...Dominus orationem meam suscepit." Burning his little jelly bottom raw, He blisters in his liquid greenish poop. He has no means to summon us at all To drain the acid swamp of split pea soup. Except to scream, a peevish infant yawp, And so he screams, until we take his goop. We modestly subserve our son's ejecta. Clean, dry and warm: his everyday trifecta. He's not alone. I've had my days of burning. Blistered and raw, to salve my hurt I prayed for balm from God, ultimately learning His summit lay on far too steep a grade. Footless in His scree, inflamed with yearning, My wounds combusted into wrath. I brayed My blasphemies, then heard the Logoi fall. I had no means to summon Him at all. Which births a trailing thought about the sainted: Their whispered prayers, their worshipful reclusion, Which all the hagiographers have painted. Don't buy it. Souls corroded with confusion, Their love of God with hatred wholly tainted, And Doubt the only friend to their seclusion, With blasphemies they burnt the fetid air. Profanation is the purest form of prayer.
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