2.02.2011

Infinity

morning overcast seeps through the blinds.
8 hours still feels like not enough time
when you wish you could spend the day with your lover
undercover, under covers
eating popcorn and holding each other.

cubicles wait
filled with progress and and i try not to
hate how stifling it feels.

importance just 2 miles out of reach.
may i beseech
you for something a bit more filling
instead of this paper-pushing
that does nothing for replenishing

my soul that longs for ascension
a real encounter with The One who sang
heavens in motion.
a brush with the Trinity
your feathers that tether this heart
and surge me to worship
for infinity

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