Why does it begin?
Here, I say, because it’s me,
I’m the one doing this.
Let’s start now.
It’s heavy and cold,
Needy, clinging desperately
All over, I shake –
We haven’t even started.
Last look at the frozen paint
Of God’s creation melting away,
Last look into the rain at
The smell of earthbound tears.
Blackness and lights.
The world is filled to bursting.
Shadowsturntored.
Blood dripping from torn skin.
I look sightless on:
Flames of hell burning bright
as the graceful nature of the divine.
This will end when I close my eyes again.
Amen.
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