Touched

(was mostly bored with this one and ehhh, just posting)

I worry I’m not getting out—

I worry I’m rule-governed. I mean,
it fits the contexts all around me—
with my very own hands
I simulate a reality that keeps me ehhh.

At the very most it wakes me up
and puts me to sleep—it is a long, long
waiting. It is a long, long wondering. It is a long, long while
until it’s shook all out of me.

And I’m shaking. I’m shaking and rattling and either
I’ll fall to pieces and diverge myself further or
scatter into reality equally separated.

I worry that all the while I’ve seen it as it is.
Simply and honestly but ignorant.
I’ve looked upon the naked body of God and like
Adam I extended a finger and was touched.

I don’t know what to do with it…

I worry that right now   is     the real test:
to stay true no matter the heartache.
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