YHWH

Lo-fi while driving on nighttime highways feels like a romance

Or a dream colored blue, the streetlights strobing on windows.

Why would catharsis occur at a moment so drably familiar?

“How to put it in words,” a poet might wonder in passing —

Craftsmanship’s gone in a postmodern landscape abandoned by Yahweh.

Why ache double? You ache to have vowels which Goddess would swoon for

Too, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to probe her with wordplay.