rusted and yellowed
the mouth of morning
opens
exhaling onto
the imperfect body of
an unassuming wretch
god within me is
an everlasting monologue
and i arise
to walk along this path
in mumbling soliloquy
god upon me
blisters acidic and
devours to the bone
as i struggle
to keep pace in this
state of atrophy
i will lie down
before the eyes of night
freed from this
faux temple
tonight i will expose
the death of body
opened, exhaling
god released
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