No. 1

dear jesus,

a glowing light cut through

a window today

i thought it was you

it stood there full of quiet

a knowing look on its face

are you waiting for me

like i wait for you

the soonness of it all

brings on a rash, but

there is no ointment

for resistance

it seems there are

two kinds of soon

i am listening for you to

unravel the mystery or yours

always,

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