Wednesday, December 6, 2023

Relative Faith

elevate this mercenary faith 
to more than a mouth
open to the sky
awaiting pennies from heaven

copper taste of blood
sticking in my throat
choking on dissembling appeals

lying on the ground
humbled in the muck
faith itself appears a rich reward
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