I pray to Him who shares His peace with strangers to look into my frenzied soul
And not to judge
To look into the mind of one of his little errors and to touch

They gave me bread to eat but I could not break it
A dulled knife presented itself

And I mistook it as a means and took hold

They gave me wine to drink and I accepted
And it was good and I drank some more
Then the heavy king intruded
I was made to see
But my mind refused to witness

I pray to He Who reaps the fields I cannot fathom
Will give me the means to gather my mind and to sow reality

People pain searing slowly stealing
Degrading visions A whirl of water
That sucks my sight

The languid glare of nothing
That vaguely tries to rob what little growth
I’ve managed.