I’ll gladly reveal my source materials
Penning thank-you notes for
Every voice that has braved its own story.
In humanity, heaven. God in the details. The transcendent in the trenches.
Then that day when the theoretical would-do-if
Arrives with a battering ram at your door.
Ripped from the source and flung inside unfamiliar torture
The loneliness of why me
destroying its poetry.
If God does not show up at the crash,
then why?
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