I forgive all only after I've exhausted my hate
O Lord blind me fore I meet my fate

To truly love is to fear however wrong one wishes this to be;
I'm hellbent on this purgatory
I'll starve I'll bleed I'll writhe in glossolalia
Until my tongue is either blistered or made holy

Puraxoysmshallunfellfonneshoofless raininess skelpt into glass
No more need for force
I've bared lovers whose ancestors killed my ancestors

Luck runs on nothing, fate reveals itself in hindsight
Like the robber unmasked and proving a mere jester

Greeted in return with the sweetest and most over crowded laugher

Houses are set to crumble and rise like cemented lazarus without
Anylonger baring the weight of structure

No more need, wait and see them--
The same results form patterns
That refuse to be broken--

Revelations unveil crystal-clear
Muck set running with the blood of prayer
God will give ye all but that which ye asked for.

I plead with a gray space
Pray to a slanted shadow, touch starved and pitying
Because there’s really no fooling
a self-delusion that shape shifts daily
It walks with me, a debonair escort that overtakes me by stride
Lines and angles made longer, magnified
Especially in the times I get turned around,
dizzy and disoriented with my back towards a setting sun
But here I find a circumstantial ally
A scorpion pacing figure eights on my back as I tread water
Saying “trust me for infinity, one way or the other”
How do you resist this temptation, the one of being known - of being leveled
It’s something like love if love were knowledge and prediction
And so when reason doesn’t work, reverence does
I gather the strength to acquiesce, already swept into a swirling current and soon spat out
At the feet of something larger and well fed
Prodigal I return, knees finding familiar furrows to sink into
Hands clasped firmly, aching and white
I praise “Thank You and Forgive Me and I Know” over and over
Calling out from within the stomach of a great dark fog