u/Low_Map_4499

is god the light through the window?
the space between my teeth and my tongue that carries my voice is never farther
from the love that spills out of me
into everything i am and i react to
am i a pallid purveyor of my self in the third, doomed to interact with every
situation as if ive created the outcome

already needing to parse this interaction’s weight and measure it against my own experiences
or is it in valid interest
to ease into a moment
to furlough all previous structure
but the space between my teeth and my tongue that
vapid, lacking trumpet croons
is god the light through the window?