I’d be better off in bed at this point. My fingers think differently, though.
i have been so blessed
with marvelous comings of
my bows and ties and shoes
slick apparent the words
return and flow burble but
turn back is that even a word
when i can’t see you will
my knee halt the trembling
cork of knarled and crumbly
performing into exorcism
and my eyes are heavy why
does diligent hide why do
the words come so thought
fully now i wish i knew where
they escaped or perhaps i
escaped them i don’t know
i am bleary and wilted Lord
overrun with the grime of
concerns and false gods
i will escape to You only You
only You and Your Spirit
please come please fall
i need You i need every
attribute you can spare Lord