Faithful Prayer
To encounter
The oldest friend:
Solitude.
Loneliness.
Plenitude in an act
Of selfishness,
The deepest desire
Of lull
Over the dead silence.
Never wished I;
Dare I for such absolute
Deafness.
I eager to hear…
To listen
Most likely.
Feel,
From the tip of my heart
To the bottom of my fingers.
To feel such complex
Rash
That came to tatter
My veins
And sore
My throat.
Craving the depth,
Scratching the sand,
Alluring solitude;
I sleep
In faith
Of a better
Yesterday.
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