The flesh is betrayed
By a phantom paranoia,
Taking waking hours far more than those
Rested beneath the ribcage of our gable.

Our vigil is held where infant temples
Are buried by frightened hands
That blinds child
From captive poltergeist

Lord, please, herd wandering mind,
Heavenly vision coax my attention and convince me,
That in my faith and spirit there is indeed a presence;
And that in our union we see not an apparition