Lesser

No end to You

Find Your beginning

Find the power cord

Wield that sword

Mystery me seeks You

On my side I slept last

Night, waiting for you

To walk in-

Drive thru Encounter

Pills over the counter

Drop them, emptied them out,

Flushed them down the toilet

Along with regret and one piece

Swimsuit collections,

Magazines from the 50’s

Spinning in repeat—it was never

That bad then, it should have

Never been, James Dean love,

A rebel with a cause, a love

With a because, crossover like

Red rover, send Him the sinners

Celebrate those last dinners—

I am lame and maimed by pride

By the man that never lied,

Never stole any sort of control—

Now the last are first

Now I am a dirt lover,

A foot washer could never

Be me—a road trip affair

Over the mountain over

There—down the toilet

Goes these addictions

For these eyes have a

New set of convictions,

New sets of things to

Stir in and through us—

Holy is the Spirit we ask

For—let it devour anything

Called lesser pleasure

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