1.
Steep in the steam.Last night clears
to lukewarm morning.
The vertigo in awakening!
All the shadow-things
hunch in corners
until the next night speaks.
2.
I want to explain all this. But
common sense balks,
pride desiccates thought.
Yet
we're ending up
happy,
most often wordlessly.
3.
Out of grief's grip,
without
the clamp pulled so tight,
maybe the anger
wouldn't fester
or infect.
4.
All guidance
seems ill-fitting.
It seems like cruelty.
God,
You are neither of these.
I wake up craving honesty
Ah, God, honesty.
You are honesty.
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