Dust

in the deepest space that inhabits

The deepest grief, loss, I have lost

in the deepest part of Sheol

I lost myself, it grudges me like an angry toad croaking into the stormy night

Crying as a whole blanket of dust carries the desert’s heart across the country remains

I am so angry, furious at myself, the grief intoxicated me in a serial rage

I forsake myself, my serene and found God

I linger in the depths of Sheol

As I pray in a long clasp of eternity

I have betrayed myself in my joy, my rapture

As dust forms man I am going to dust, in vain

My fear is damaging to my ego, lost to the catacombs of despair

Why has the forsaken been driven to dust? How the broken-hearted weep for

Salvation

I have done something to cause the blameless to repent for me

I must have,

I forgo my mortality, under the circumstances of disaster

God, take me into the sublime helm of Sheol

I shall slumber under the star’s very dark tears

My prayers bleeding into the dampening expanse

How I loved, often and plenty, how I so deeply,

Deeply loved.