settle in me like a storm.
break the burn in my soul.
peacelike wandering calls my name
through snowlit dusks.
canvased smiles harbor nothing behind them.
worldshaken and brittleskinned,
we chafe against our own purposes,
supergluing our resolutions together like spider webs against a film grain.
break the ice between our fingers,
shoot the bridge between our eyes,
we are droughted unknowingly with
desire for our skin to be pored for perspective.
nonsense has begun to make sense.
that is our downfall,
that is the burning in my soul,
the teeth-breaking quiet before Your storm.
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