I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
Magnificent, Mystical ME!
the only way you’ll have it
…. apparently
The Magical Me
and that’s the
One I’ll be
Thank You
Prohibition on
true
intimacy
so what’s the key to
my je ne sais quois
quality?
the dirt that Formed me
hardly!
ranked hands don’t
do
messy
AVOID that
………. Eternally
and the dirt that formed you?
you came; you
conquered
true?
so what’s all this to do: of No
threshing
through
the Hurt
Is
the dirt;
What made
you …
You
RETRACT
All That**
look
!
I’m perfect too
and that’s how we
do
The You
Love
me; and
i love you
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