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Desmond Baker Mar 2019
Immersion
Tongue and body
On a summer day, drenched, non-glistening

A Sticky heavy consistency

Running off of me very slowly

Darker than my shadow
I’ve had this flavor before
But now bitter

This feeling of refreshment

Fleeting

An empty

VANITY!!!

What Cistern Causes this!
It Must be Connected to the abyss
Immured
Im discontented
I’m melting
beyond a mans grip

Finally, I will proceed to the constant drip

The incessant calling of those that are His

Tell me, child of light, how can I be submerged in his pupils?

A light blotting darkness

Where is this drip from the sun that walked the earth?

Who dissolved the sicknesses and forgave the unrighteous.

I a mere moth in need of him!

Sun drip again and again and again

Oh sun, drip again drip again and again

— The End —