#hymnal
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
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
And so the sea, she claimed three.
Taking the Mariner, Maiden, & unborn babe.
Together they shall live
in the cold currents.
Ne'er being separate
E'ermore.
For when the sea calls,
the heart must listen.
Giving itself wholly
to the cold and unforgiving tide.
And the sea she sang
a hymnal for thee
a hymnal for three.
Together in the harmony
of the cold
and unforgiving tide.
And the sea she sang
a hymnal for thee
a hymnal for three.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC