God of Atoms
God of atoms
break my purpose,
my workable clay.
Feed me
clumps of sorrow,
sods of joy
one particle at a time.
Seed me not too much
of your breakable sadness,
plow me much
with your passions.
Allow me, if it please you,
to dwell in this intricate husk
until the sky
make a nest in its marrow.
Let the dirt
of my fingernails
guide me inward
into your blooms.
And when I am ready
for the reaping
scatter my worms.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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