standing a tip my post-covid vision of cosmology, beyond three score and ten with plentiful beans and rice in pantry, assets diversified, health
holding, such deity as may be demonstrates decency to me
my baltimore catechism proofed god be everywhere thus must he stretch across multiverse, his great eyes peer into each sun, planet, and soul,
love sparks the dark, i abide grateful he still can focus on whale, camel, mouse, flea and
my teen lust's leer down jane's blouse yet as death's shadow shades
my own—god shrinks to warm my crib
and shelter me from
loneliness,
cold and
night's
wild
chill