Sole my soul
The shoe didn’t fit

Lifetimes of negotiations
Powerful how’d I get...

Anxious for a glimpse
These grounds
Consecrated

Weary of the next step
To be taken
Looking back

path of the created
Unadulterated or stipulations?

Plundering through books
Slumbering as it looks
Calm under palms
Psalms poems or songs?

Metaphoric
in that it sits
In all Beauty
amidst

Eye of the storm
Surrounded by chaos
sim·i·lar·ly
a simile
As me
under this tree

Devastation all about
All While reading aloud
Destruct
as the world Plummets

from skyward
To ground

Hell on earth
Satin saying
I’ve cursed
To Jehovah he’s raging

It didn’t work
he’s complaining
I control his soul
Yet now
he reads a verse

Demanding a refund
Nuh Uh neither wants

Sole my soul
Now I’m the Soul
That nobody wants