me

finished my own cleaning turned off the flow of water and now here i stand

naked because i am alone

when i look toward the mirror i see only the gray haze

all that’s created is steam and  fleeting

so appropriately a byproduct of my self-absorption

depending on my timing and my position, could see despair or perhaps my brilliance

as bright as the son on the day you died.

“i want to love You instead of my self i want to see Your beauty beyond the fog”

a true cry my desire or a passing thought in a sea of lies

trust you of course, not quite as easy as singing this song or maybe it is

because this is a pretty hard one, fluctuating tones and all

bet that sounds familiar, oh how thankful i am that Your love never fails, or even fluctuates

like my i do when our flesh of flesh and bone of bone feels more like a heart and a stone

You know and now i see that’s the original problem, too invested in me

what this song is all about 6 billion times already in this stream of poetry

like a toxic pollution a pornographic image of me is what i’m singing, the lust for life, my own at best

at least, i suppose taking theirs will do

this lust corrupts

You know and now i see that’s the original problem, me