Friday’s Dusk Sourness

Mr. Mud, I’m walking ignorantly covered in nonsense filthy without a rinse lacking holy sense every smile behind a fence incarcerated praying I make it past insolence.

Hyper when in the flesh perfection in imperfections eating to find comfort finding consequences instead, pins and needles upon my bed mysterious web of disobedience speeding into crashes, within my skull irritation, on the table begging for Jesus during my heart operation.


God, let’s take a walk in a dark valley with my hands in yours, show me your love with explanations watered down in a layman’s laymen speech, perhaps lower than the ocean’s floor will reach an ignorant’s man cognitive dissonance levels.

I’m on foot five of six saddened as I dig during thick fog it persists I pray for Wisdom and mercy Almighty God don’t hurt me when running I look behind then ask why I am not protected, never claimed to be bright, Jesus, wash me white as snow allow your insight inside.

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