softness

by N.D. Wheelwright

I beg for a moment,
a lingering eternity in your grace, denouncing the cyclical revolution of my own
desires, unearthed:
a soul for one more day of spineless perpetuation,
joyless survival colliding with the blazing
forest He made and yet will not Himself quench.

Happy Satórday!

Shailo note: This post is made in-character. The author is a fictitious creation.
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