Placed in the back of all, further and further and further down mental halls
They’ll await dusty storage compartments perfectly accepting of old paperwork
That’s what we are, I’m preparing a place for a revelation and I don’t daydream of guests anymore
Closed doors aren’t bright lights, I’m curious opening available doorknobs on my right
Bet if I continue you in prayer blessing with mercy, grace, wash me clean, keep me awake
Or that wake bake, find meditation easier, spirit edification with every reduction of media
File cabinets? I’ll get more to be organized, pointless energy grabbers discontinued files promptly harmonized, I learned
Bridges unburned but will be abandoned perhaps not, at this moment I’m feeling strength, walking back, signing off.