gasoline spills across the board;
absentee children i seem to hoard.
stuck to iridescent surface tension
not found within;
does blame live there
or is it truly shared?

digging through debris
hoping to find the one that cared;
who would never banish me to become
maimed, misguided, nor scared.

from whence will appear
the ginger-headed djinn
granting me the trinity
formed by desire driven sins?

sit idle with idol images
but only yours appears
nameless sin
kindred curiosity
divine providence
sparked by malaise
. . .
what will i find
swimming through the deep waters
coming from your soulful gaze?