7.1.18 Long rides down freeways, long drives. Craving the things that make it worth it.

Parables and preaching
Living by the half of you,
Or wanting the silence,
After these fast days
And angel waves,
And airport raves.
No, hotel stays,
This is a stop,
And a final.
I need you now,
To stop me loud.

Don’t be clear,
Or concise,
Fearful me,
Shaking for free.

If their is anything terrible,
It would be not knowing
If that was true,
Then why would I cry out
Holy, if not True?

What is the purpose you say,
Or standing instead of sitting?

Either way,
You see me here.



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