The spirit is elusive…delightfully elusive…
Defying Any Yarn of This Knit Wit
My relationship with God
Closer than kin be
Defies any yarn of this knit wit
Seaming beyond owed fashion
And awe ways wanting amor
Is clothes enough
And sum times embarrassingly
A staggering naked truth
When throne adore open
As irk some movement
You can’t help it
Your mine
Starting to race
Rather than settling
For some kind
Rather than exact likeness
Let alone inconceivable love
Such peek experiences
Exist soully
As fact simile
And poor reproductions
Such as the looking glass half fool
Maid by quick studies
And tidy hows
Forever next
To godliness
And cryptically helled fast
Unsurprisingly
Up on reflection
You may find me
A little slow
Just sow
Perhaps you don’t see me
As a bug splat on a win shield
Shrouding woos
I AM
And to the quick
I may peer mystifying
In such disorienting joy of fun hows
Never truly wanting
To have words
Simply that soul plan
Mirrorly word
In uni-verse of poems
Quiet awe the better
If you list closely
You just might here
If you have more than won ear
Fore that blinding seeing
A covet us hand out
And alms like a beggar
Mouths agape
Drunk in
Such a bewildering
Stand still
Beyond belief
Having came to pass
Billions of time before
When you least
Expect it
The winners circle
In a generations-long raise
Of a delightfully tiny child
Ten thousand times mother lapped
