I’ve turned back time,
Come full circle
Into your arms again,
And lay my head.

Serendipitous catch phrase,
Summer’s coming with a storm,
But I don’t mind the wet
And rainy days.

Theology selected my discrepancies,
And cornered the kingdom
From the pyre of my desires
And lustful strategies.

Weakened theoretical hegemony
And blasphemous breath;
Bowing on the knee
To One.

Blister in the Sun of my
Cosmological descendants;
None of which remembers my name.


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