standing outside the gilded doors,
in miniature, I climbed under the toadstool
to hide...what if they find me here?
coveted thoughts inserted,
the need to repent choked at me
stuck in my throat, soothing
a lozenge, of sorts
as the collared almighty walked in,
I followed Him and dared
to Hell with me, I swore
power to the pulpit, in chorus and echo
Hallelujah sinners rock!
in olden days, there was a trust
since tainted
from belief and wisdom
hidden from view, I snapped to
full of size and on my knees,
delivery service had begun
anointed waters flooded me
to a point of vision
the last drop, a crystalline hammer
catches me standing outside
clicking my heels for flight
relentless and ready
this chance feels like deja new
