The Gospel

I will attend to you

At the crest of your feeling

& within your most personal isolation

… & each step that you pointlessly take,

I will set down my foot beside yours

Lost souls in the field

Without body, without form

I feel you

As day passes into night

And becomes day again

How you, elusive female, dance within this home I have created!

I will watch you dance, and together, we shall have a home.

Do you realize, my friend, the rate at which time is passing?  I pray that we may engage.

Cheers!- to the fury.