plucked strings play dooms of love
as my Father moves over them
agonizing
guitar strings into torture
victorious heated triumphant
****** sacrifice
crucifixion by melody
made holy despite unimaginable selfishness
wiring His Wounds into connective tissues
through tsunamic surgery
opening ways covered in blood
but we choose to live in our dooms
our pink dooms of disbelief
rose colored glassy, glistering lies
and glossic dooms of disbeliefs
“I am become comfortably numb”
c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Celebrating Pink Floyd and ee cummings