Praying
Quick. My specter
Limps like one tough goat, goes
Beside me in His evening heat:
“Not yet
Not yet”
Then in the cool of His morning
I Am, my oldest ghost,
Acquiesces,
Says yeah
Praying
Quick. My specter
Limps like one tough goat, goes
Beside me in His evening heat:
“Not yet
Not yet”
Then in the cool of His morning
I Am, my oldest ghost,
Acquiesces,
Says yeah