I would like
To take
The
T
I
M
E
To thank all
My well-speaking
Friends.
The writes aren't about
How a star
You are
Or what we can bend.
Our words
Are\treasures.
With deepening
Roots
At
The end.
Thank you my followers
For showing me
There's
Light
A
T.   The
End.

When the waves peaked
the sunlight broke
through their belly,
filling the undertow
with stained glass,
blues, and greens.
At the foot of
something holy,
you felt like a child.
If you still
spoke to a God
you would have
done it then.
Instead, you scribbled
short prose
onto wrinkled
receipt paper,
released them
into the ebb.
You thought,
this sadness,
like the ocean,
belongs to all of us now.

Make me
Beg
Until
I
Explode,
Lay your head
Down,
When I
Grow
Old.
Love me until I
Love myself.
Wanting
You to do
This
Noone else.