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Last Night, God
Last night, God, I did it – I am a sinner, not the first time I part my lips, to commune with God But I secede; and successfully, I fail Last night, I only invoked the first devotion God, my lips said; and that was all I bit my lip and felt my warring veins My face pressed on the pillow My vain hands clamped under My eyes folded tight, to see God And I did – My lips spoke no other word God, speechless, weary, in the morning I part my lost lips again and open my raw eyes To find the night gone, my pillow soaked A tear of the left and a tear on the right Like two thieves on the cross, the tears mock What am I, Lord? I saw you and said nothing What thing am I? Peppering my tongue I’ve dropped my lip, to say Amen Will I be redeemed? Listen, silent, hapless Last night, hallowed God I called you with my blood and heart Drunk, I staggered to your throne Called, stark, you answered But Lord God, of stunning eternity A nonentity kept you waiting In the morning, ashamed I crane my neck, cracking my lip Tinkering my literature One more time, seeking your face And I bow in awe, little creature! Anthology of iniquity… How for me, you, divine puzzle! In your Pantheon, still wait on me!
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