tell me back,
think me into nothing but a straight line,
a separation of roadways in the rearview.
this is holy,
this is a cathedral built of guilt
and no guise –
god unfolds the earth
and splits us apart.
that’s how I think of it
anyway.
I want to become past tense,
an antecedent to all that is divine,
“hail mary, full of graveyards,
the lord was with thee”
I want to become light –
the most beautiful thing
god ever created.
I want you to think me into a saint.
all I’m trying to say
is that I want to be simple
and pure –
a testament to Love,
assurance that it doesn’t have to be
complicated.
tell me back,
think me into the first prayer,
a plea for passion.
I want to become god’s light.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
tell me back,
think me into nothing but a straight line,
a separation of roadways in the rearview.
this is holy,
this is a cathedral built of guilt
and no guise –
god unfolds the earth
and splits us apart.
that’s how I think of it
anyway.
I want to become past tense,
an antecedent to all that is divine,
“hail mary, full of graveyards,
the lord was with thee”
I want to become light –
the most beautiful thing
god ever created.
I want you to think me into a saint.
all I’m trying to say
is that I want to be simple
and pure –
a testament to Love,
assurance that it doesn’t have to be
complicated.
tell me back,
think me into the first prayer,
a plea for passion.
I want to become god’s light.
today is all saints day. i am falling in love with the past.