Me. Ow.

She gave us Zion.

In that
every dream I have ever had
is fulfilled.

What relief.
To have my life be done
for me.

I walked dark streets,
a shaking orphan cat starving
amongst the well fed, withering
with a pretty 'me ow' disguising
my own lonely suffering.

Me. Ow.
Me. Ow.
Me. Ow.
Sleep took me.

I am a father.

No, I am
Father.

I wish, to every-man, to give away
this wholeness, this everything.

This dream. This love. This love. This
bone

crushing

Love.