Operatic Ape

when i act, it is like moving campsites. rolling up the tent, beating the tarp, extinguishing one fire to light another. the outline of my shelter lay dry and light, defined, against deep brown dirt; the last signs blur, soon to disappear. in striving i take one step, and leave another behind. God, you are wholly good. your shelter covers all the earth, your steps fall in line behind you. even the signs of your presence, are filled with life, vibrant, radiant, totality, inflaming the hearts of your people. your hearth waits warmly at the heart of every encampment, your goodness in glistering eyes, your vigilance: gentle night, crisp stars crinkle to hem us in. stand in wonder, you who are watching, he is with us, and with all.

when dipped in honey melancholy slip ups, sticky backslide, unattached, i am sorry and know, i am doing better. the bomb is no longer in my lap but under the seat.

angry lass flapping that god is fake and religion is control, when she went before the cart, and has not pumped any grease through her head intestine. it takes work to get syrup from sap, but life is sweeter than two cents or any word of mine.

the i is grieved on this lake. arising storm, stir, cloud of leeches; the hour is late & the tainted heart has no eyes. bring out the ration, for the grating of beet red provision, flounder to leaves, to devour, to stain, to sting, to salt to taste the vinegar. pucker now the few, who may insatiably feed on the skimp salad bed. great, i am diminishing. meager effort slips down the gullet to crackle and dazzle like wet fireworks. christen the vessel & call her 'misgiving', drenched as she be in resentment, seasoned with scant & bland herb. i is not fooling me, i know it's not a good deed. shout over the waves, to harbor, to refuge, to wonder how much i remains when the boat arrives.

though i stand chapped by the hot air of my lungs; though my heart stinks with the festering of open wounds; though the fount is caked in claret crust, from the sting of weeping cuts and viscous blood your name is a healing balm, your spirit is vitality you still the boiling waters; subdue the unsettled shores. when the choice of rebellion chafes creaking anxieties cleave and splinters break, you dependably pluck them up, a little litter; and burden the bugs no more.

o my God i long to know, you sweet marvel mystery o, my God my heart, torn like velcro i am brewing coffee with no grounds o my God tinted, only with you, Lord i drink thankfully and hold the gap holy until morning comes

how sweet, you should call me to sprout, from darkest earth swaddled, to light, to refuge; the ascension of hope.

how strange to believe stranger, to act on belief here are your new eyes, i'll help you plug them in see me in a new light, say "you danced best, while you were blind" inert body protestation delusion definition, apostrophe apostate, self definition, self truth, self confined, screen feeders pixel pudding faithful spirit hover over the cold shoulder paralyzed self severance inert fortunate deceptive imp faithful spirit cold shoulder endless patience