The Contract
I keep prayerful,
the way the worm prays for rain.
yet I am not in love
with this unfaithful world,
it has so often been
a jagged stone in my mouth.
If, however, I am really here
and this dream is not a matrix
woven by space gnomes,
if death is the only way
to fulfill a spiritual contract
witnessed by either a God or a Devil
then okay, I kind of understand,
but
if I did not ever get to choose,
and somehow my bewildered soul survives,
then no cosmic band of lawyer anywhere
that will be safe from my wrath.
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