Quiet control is how you impede my movement.
You douse me In your outward flowing
Sustenance
So you can threaten its extinction.
I wanted to know christ
Me the foresaken *****
The indulgence itself.
Me the desire to be
Wanted to meet christ
In all of his expression.
The roots of my born
Were edging toward light
And with out me
No one would have even seen.