it seems
that even when a lack of rules exist
right...wrong...are inbred
creator not of - but in - the world
not watching - but living - within
not concerned with how - but why
replacing sacrifice with mercy
o to be aware of the significance of the grace
that left and in its place
love
has grown
beautiful bread of the soul, peace of the blood, gift for my soul
i long for, yet fear, the leaving of
this place
liquid of the first miracle courses my veins to find inspiration
or is it insightful enlightenment?
perhaps righteous indignation
from the handily crafted
Dust
of my existence
