Poem 12

i cannot
run from you Lord
as much as,
a grasshopper
can swim the rapid,
or a newt
can withstand the sun.

i have closed my eyes,
and dreamt of sleep, but

you are a
terrifying beam of light
a horrendously gentle stream, a
cavernous embrace, a churning abyss,
a warm fathom, the deep night,
and i do not want to leave.

were i any different
were i any different
i would not be i,
and what a tragedy.