Violence, A Worthy Truth

Oh, intimate father, speak not to me in tongues

But in movements of rebellion from which I’ve come to know

Lie beside me with purpose and I make peace with being orphaned by this world

For it is not of me, and I not of it

We will tower above the corpulent stars

Where God must lie in bloated rot amongst the fouling whales

Oh, intimate father, press my cheek

Breathe through me for my lungs cannot carry your words

Let me prove to you the violence that we know to be truth

Take me farther to a world that’s worthy and providing of the fruits I hunger

Show me that I am no longer alone