Pull back the folds and peek in.
Searching for a way back home?
Watch the body dazzled.
May it become God’s?
“Wash me! Heal me!”
Offer your all to the darkness.
Bury your wearied conscience.
“Kneed me! Free me!”
Before you can catch your breath.
Don’t let it ever end;
Lest it be set off again.
Try and turn a perversion into a somberly song?
There is no beauty,
in the becoming of a john.
Paw away and pander like a slob.
Dispel the certainty of both souls withering.