Thank you for the fish

 

Words turned dust before bloom,

Pruned branch on family tree.

Proropagnosia amongst plastic smiles.

Misplaced dreams carved need into core.

Held hands with the nowhere man.

Discard all and sleep under open sky.

I am the temple of GOD purchasing stairway to heaven.

Blessed is the fruit of your loins.

Dreams of lakes at sunrise flow from my eyes.