My hope: Even though,
I’m Schrödinger’s believer,
God’s grace holds me, still.
I cannot be herWhoever it is you wishI am simply this
Vanilla bores meI am fonder of colorBe mono alone
for you I write thisyour crooked smile, yellowingteeth, the ones I love
In this thing called life,
No one’s unscathed or unscarred.
We all bear crosses.
Ebony clouds flush with rain,
Sizzling lightning strike.
River like a mirror~
Conceived by manBorn from a womb in the skyShe consumes the earth