11:24 pm

Everyone is a musician I found god. This is god Good Friday made better by sprawling empty city And pure deafening sound Being thrown to the ground And treaded on And picked back up again By tender and caring hands. Bruises remain and muscles ache for days Ears ring. The flash of light and pure raw sensation plagues my dreams I fell in love so many times that night In love with all the nameless faceless bodies The bass so tangible it withdrew something from me My breath? And cold winter air breathed back into me Crowds of tender lovers Carry me to safety. What is the opposite of sleep? I found god And the peace within chaos Virginity restored by sin It is a sin to feel so much at once To feel full It is a sin that I will never repent It is a temptation that would bend the iron will of god I did not doubt in that moment. I did not doubt anything Not even the rain.

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