streaming consciousness, 22.01.08

cyclists
spin threads of truth
you are. the wheel's spoke, You Are
(dis)coursing through and through to you and you and me and you and back and forth and up and down
cycling. toward You
please God,
hold us near to You.
please God,
keep us fastened
because
it's pain enough to stick it out alone,
broken-winged,
roofless and wet.
please God,
You Are

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