Threading words

Saved from self

Sometimes

In strange loneliness when things be

Like wind or rain 

A look on my face that reflects eternity

I waste away like the coming day and lie forlorn 

As a leaf on the earth funny wouldn't you say

Living this way all hands skin and feet

Perhaps destined to meet the end of all things in my empty self

The laughter for I am poured out a screaming sound vibration 

A spiralwirl of cosmic rotation never ending nor ceasing to be

But slowly bleeding out my eternal essence 

Have mercy on me a sinner cried Jesus to the crown of infinite space