You bite into the sun
seeking the gospel in its
cleansing fires
letting the molten judgement
demolish your deepest secrets.
Divinity
Described only as
the blank slate
the infinite fog.
I am lost there
following the sounds
of fleeting horns
this is my effortless life.
I feel most alive
during sun showers
when the hot arid summer
is washed between
a cloudless rain
and for a second you believe in
long lost family spirits
That even alone isnt ever alone
when home is where your heart is.
and youre sleeping by the payphone.
God is with me
the sticker reads.
and i read it
over and over
and over
and
over.
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