Inside my head
Everything is altered
And blurred beyond what I can
Comprehend.
Lust is playing
Hide-and-seek with ignorance
While love is too patient and remains
In line.
I think I am lost now.
Having shunned god in every form
Possible.
He doesn’t like my poetry…
So, I’ll be a good little boy
And stare monotonously at
The glass jar.
Shh…I’m waiting for a heavenly vision.
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