In an effort to improve my prose, I'm dabbling in poetry (why and how this works I'll tell you if you really want to know). Since I'm listening to some new instrumental Christian music, and the night is still(ish), it seems like a good time to share this with you:
Prayer
The ticks and tocks separate air into
Rhythm, pulses, pauses, rips
In the stillness that is never completely still.
How long has it been?
Fingers intertwine, interlace, intersect
Symbol of coming together
In the closet, behind closed doors
How long has it been?
Distraction
Redirection
Exhaustion
How long has it been?
Curled in the corner,
There's no place to go
Silence shatters around us
And we talk
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