Singing on the clouds like an army—
bodies, robes, warriors guarding,
so adjacent I can’t see through the wall.
Melodies like weapons fending off
for my protection, I don’t know whom,
for what lies beyond?
Angels, I want to know—why
are you watching? I would not look away
from any of the doubts, questions,
Tag: religious trauma
Man-eater
Attention, attraction,
affection, attachment,
with trust in you too large to trust
myself so little,
The Disturbed, Distorted, Haunted, Never-Ending Carousel
I’ve tried caring but I got tired,
but it isn’t even that- It’sRead More »
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