meek then.

this for the one who was once lost
known now as born to find god.
forgetting to hate, and capsized hating only inside.
pain to look for
is as life fades beneath the waves
waiting incomparable.
how enlightening it is a plus
drenched in but hammered as goodness and satiety;
searching how it tastes of a woman's sweat,
even redeeming for anything like a masked smile
i thought of once to look up to.
and the fatherless
and motherless servitude blames it an eternal mile.

yet i feel more human grinning,
i am afraid that place serves you more
being afraid.
i can still look down at that presence therein

that was never there before in the first place anyway.
and then finally
just maybe
you can blame your jesus
and the neighborhood drunk satan.