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Poem 16: Strawberry Custard Donut

in my leap
and offering crumb;
may i make your embrace
and find myself worthy of
your concern. all else is
small and greedy habit.

-

Lord read my pixel and light,
hear in the space of my lungs
my desire to know you.
in spite of my stumbling
it pushes up firm in my chest,
in spite of the snooze button,
i am determined to sit down and
stand up, to sing in silence, and to
run to you, one sleep crusted eye
opening after the other; patient one,
beyond the feeble form of letters and
the brilliant ring of smacking syllable.

-

God, i am giddy, and
ashamed, tickled, and
bloated, and as awe
filled as a strawberry
custard donut.
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