I AM AFRAID

Childhood
Adoclescence
 Late
Adulthood
Creeps Peacefully
        
Smoothed
By
God’s Long Fingers,    

Asleep …
Tired … or Malingering    
Sprawled Floors,
 Here Behind
 Frameless Doors
 
    

After Malt Hops
On
 Ice

Should I
as

Christ is    

Conjur  Strength

Powering Our Moment
To
 Crisis
 

I Have Wept
Fasted

Wept
and
 Prayed

 

I am No Prophet

Yet
Upon Platter
I Have Seen
My Head

 

I Have Seen
 Moments
Of
Lost Greatness
Flicker

And

Now See
The

Eternal Doorman
Folding Coats

He Snickers

In Short

 

I AM AFRAID

GEEPROCESSOR