conduits

pour a benevolent God

into my hands

it rains this morning

as i wake in the glory

of the indigo sky

blueberry-grey

with jupiter aligned

rescinding the entropy

of my splintered bones

says she’d like to love

with the light of the divine

earth-eyed girl

abyss with no rift

you already do, and

she says let not the sun

go down upon your wrath

all condensed, finitely defined

under the anointing hand

laid down into the waters of life

alight beneath ethereal smiles

His faced harnessed

in bruising kindness

held, everywhere

she is the garden.

“if you want to be changed,

i am with you.”