Winter Proof

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Ended as it began

These dark days of November through January
Dancing in digital
Parallel and alone

Yet in analog, earnestly asking
Feigning a truth on behalf of some good cause

Forgiveness follows now, as it must
Lest Winter become as liquid courage
That most dangerous thing

Sandy-haired

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I summoned you so hard
So in earnest
Sent out all my Super-she energy
With such sheer-will
With mountainous hope
Which always worked so well for me

But found only my own enlightenment

It can only be the powers that be
Felt fit to see
You find yourself
Crawling
And not
Mountain climbing

Sandy-haired, please find yourself

Supplicant

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Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain

Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?

Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?

Soda

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Where were we recently, beautiful boy, where you sat so close to me -bubbling happily at having used your voice- and smiled, finally, finally receiving all you so earnestly wanted (a simple enough request, so why’d you been denied so long, we both thought simultaneously), for it’s only sugar, and, after all, what harm could it cause…what trouble might it make?