i went to the palace to worship
through an ancient rustic window
looking over shoulders
god was an idiot
a housewife
a prostitute
a student
a cokehead
an eighteen year old genius
i couldn’t tell the difference
she looked the same to me
from every angle
but the way she moved
and the things she did
divesting all her energies
exposing every weakness
taking it off
letting it down
god smiled
and opened her legs to receive me
i bathe in your glory
O lord
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