Catatonia, Collapse, Abiding Love
I kneel, bow, and make myself into
A rock to ask God,
King of the Universe,
Give me the amateur.
Hear my cries, Lord our God,
And give me him.
I plead, beg, and erode
My rough edges;
Almighty One,
I want this one to be terminal.
Please, God, place the
Obsidian in the core of my palm.
Let this strangeness of love
Feel familiar, once more.
King of my Universe,
Please let him become familiar.
Almighty One,
I swear I will get it right this time.
Copyright © Isaac Werner | Year Posted 2022
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