Surprised to see the a.m. sun
Afire
Shining through
The door I’d forgotten I’d opened
Left open
To remind myself I’m alive
Praise
A part of this world
Apart from this world
And out of this world, too
Anyway, first, foremost
Tending to all the green
I thought to stop, I felt ashamed
Guilt
For all I’m giv’n, undeserved
But, my friend told me the currency
Grace
It’s Winter when he does this, so I buy myself time and find flowers somewhere. Color-filled, with thorns that draw my blood which proves I’m alive and not here to stay quiet and blind. These flowers, I cannot help but clutch them in desperate remembrance that it’s Summer somewhere. I was born in the Summer.I never received my concocted potion
The one I’d ordered, for I’m an adult
May it stave off the foggy notion I’ve forgotten who I was growing to be
I’d ordered it to compliment my life
I mean -balance my meal
That’s what adults say, don’t they?
It’s okay, the delay, but bring it, damn it!
Said with a smile that hopefully hides
My slight disgust with myself for wanting, no -needing- the potion at all
Bring it
Before I am faced with the oh-so uncomfortable
To leave here bright-eyed and examining
My un-slurred self-talk
My speech 
These groanings, these longings awaiting
Alive in my bones, and, though being put to none good use
Fare me still better than the cold, denying heart
Daylight, oh Daylight,
I know. You need to let me
feel your pulse. Let me.
Eyes emptied of sight.
Noses numb to life’s sweet scents.
Faculties failed, oh.
If this might be so,
I’ve a brush soaked verily
if you have desire.
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