The blackest smoke clung to my bones with a desire before

now unknown to my

heart.

I apologize for my lateness,

God, for I was tied up with worldly affairs and

thoughts that you permit me.

The lostness of focus has

given

me drive to live like you are one of those stained glass visions.

I have miracles in my dreams

every night now, and my days have lamed in comparison.

My first love gave me sunglasses, and now everything is

—-dark.