Monday, July 9, 2018

O Supplicant!


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O Supplicant, sweet supplicant!
What can one do for you?
What do you want the universe
to change? Will it come through?
.
A yellow light is dawning now –
are miracles aborning
at last to offer what you crave?
No, happens every morning,
.
you say, as if the morning weren’t
anything to care for.
The sun goes up, the sun goes down –
that isn’t what you’re there for.
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Perhaps this afternoon, let’s say,
At four o’clock, at tea,
some god will make a visit: show
you all you want to see.
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What are you holding back, dear?
Are you secretly in love
with not receiving anything
from any god above?
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Perhaps you’ve never not had
what you want: and must concede
you’ve long been what you burn to be:
a paragon of Need.
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