open the gates!
there is talk of processions
misplaced acclaim
what must be torn down
what must be built
*
all day i’ve been cleaning
house, yard, expectations
look at my hands
*
the path is never the same twice
nor the river
nor the trees
*
i will never trust you again
without exercising faith
there is talk of confessions
the power of names
*
the table is ready
everything just so
let’s keep things simple
talk of commandments
not of suffering
*
you should probably rest,
now
