i found god once or twice.
on a wednesday morning-
10:00am, barely awake, laying on the floor
shown images of wildflower eyes
and golden laurels.
on a tuesday midday run-
the sun beats down on my shoulders
i am baptized in light;
i curse the sun in latin.
on a rock wall-
my leg convulses with effort to keep me hung
i write my name on the wood with chalk,
and i was meant to find a god here
but not the one i found.
in flesh of frozen blueberries
because my hands are purple and
i am a child again.
found the sun in a cross, once.
i sat under the shade of the trees surrounding
and i cried.
once, or twice,
i found god in your eyes.
nights so dark that circles of blue-
or hazel-
never could tell,
looked like sun amongst the star.
maybe you'll find your god, once or twice,
but never in a church,
or in a singers voice,
but in blood and sweat and love,
that's where god lay dormant.
-icarus
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
