some believe in the deity
others in the sanctity of self
I think poetry is a religion
a soul unto itself
not a god
but close
and I seek her his its
calming words
wisdom
to get on my knees
and worship
every night
alone
here
in my sanctuary
like any
true believer

Autumn changes
    into the cold of Winter
melts around
   April winds
as long

      longer than the Summer days
endless heat
           melts the green leaves
into redder orange
  
there I am
all variety

glowing

complex
         a different contest
the baddest ***
combination of unique
       syllables
flexing
              neurons in the mirror
passing out
   while holding my breath waiting
this is internet
              reality
I spasm into the vastness
             of tweets
of plusses
       hearts I never see
I spasm
  go nuts
but my complexion
          
clears up.

What is but should not be
         passed on is
                War
so when we coil aggressively into a
       double helix bond
             covalently
If we think of Love and Peace
        while reproducing
               Would
our child be a new generation
           without the
               instinct
         inborn to ****?

we are abiding
she has abode
I will abide
we will have abode

we are breaking
she has broken
I will break
we will have broken

we are going
she has gone
I will go
we will have gone