my god, my woman
when they’re angry with me
both turn away,
and do not answer my pleadings
when they’re pleased,
they wink, demurely tossing my hair,
making cloud armadas in tight formation applaud,
the overlaying overlap of all existence
the apple’s knowledgeable
in every everything everyday
teaching
to never say
God is a He
nope
God is the Mother of Me
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
my god, my woman
when they’re angry with me
both turn away,
and do not answer my pleadings
when they’re pleased,
they wink, demurely tossing my hair,
making cloud armadas in tight formation applaud,
the overlaying overlap of all existence
the apple’s knowledgeable
in every everything everyday
teaching
to never say
God is a He
nope
God is the Mother of Me
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