How
to lie to self, to feign ‘all is well’, to carry a monster? I die daily,
spent
for Scripture, to walk silence. She knew for hell, to help
through
fingers, to ferry this prose; and how for works, coupled in
grace,
flushed in madness; and oh for secrets, a death a minute, to
scourge
your eyes. I love you like rain, a pain for bones, across a
lake.
Its crimson Christ, and Yahwistic chants, to rant through
liquor.
Your for heaven, a daughter’s rites, to stare for mother. I see
for
him, to love a child, to raise a legacy. We fly like patience, to
know
for love, a bit professional; and this is guards, to seal a self, to
fortify
home. I tried for tender, where love is vexed, to anger a
heart.
You wonder why, a footprint soul, to see for plural. I love
you
like pain, to grow come death, to grit through trauma; and do
believe,
a pillow’s whisper, to hold it in silence. I felt you in, where
others
joined, to infuse a swan. There’s so many, to graph a scar,
a
fathom’s abyss. I kiss for winds, a longtime standing, for holding
court.
Tend the chapel, a photic dream, to tremble dearly. We love
your
life, and vet our rains, a bit whet for glory. See and swim, a
cultic
vest, to know he wept; and fear nothing, a father to carry,
married
to joys. I love you come night, and affected dearly; so to
feel
your heart, a magic pleasure, afire come dawn. I sip and move,
a
vessel torn, to struggle chaos; but structure’s bent, a shallow
land,
to observe come sunshine.
