The Yearning

In this lifetime full of yearning; through which came wishing and dreaming; within many splendid, unquiet flairs; a voice murmured the word, ‘prayer!’ I was needy and you were solicitous, my mind strayed to the felonious. Instead I uncovered brazen devotion, a perkiness brought such an inner commotion. I screamed out in misery, 'Is that a blessing?' Mattering, assaultive and mindful distressing; Urging and purging within my slyness, my shyness, my outright otherness. My mind could not or would not awaken. Tossing the ghost into all forsaken, 'It's that barrenness,' I muttered. Queryingly back into memories, now cluttered I craved an eclectic, or electric luminescence the yearning, was an essential evanescence the evolutionists laughed at us in retort. 'It's that piety,' I whispered before the court. The Judge looked on, a bit beguiled, as the Saintliness beamed and simply smiled.