A Level-Headed Prayer Request

(despair : the deadly discipline)

//despair the deadly discipline//

i’m giving up

i’m giving up to the ghost

i’m giving up this skin and bones

i’m giving up 

and into your arms

unshake this hunger 

for thunderstorms

and make strawberries of us

humming in the kind summer sun

wherever you go

there are rainbows

wherever you stay

there’s a blaze

your language is water

and sane as the salt springs

by fully lit cities of gold

transient shade disintegrates 

but yours is a shelter undead

the trees are steeples

in the wooded cathedral

reaching for a drink of the skies

send rain

and a forest fire

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With All of my Love,

Jules