o holy holy...

unholy days of mine

when i found you
my spirit hungered
chewed to the core of
my soul’s bones
my thirst rampant
raged through
rusted tunnels
of wasted yesterdays
my life dark
under blackened sun
obliterated moon
sawdust stars

unholy days of time
 
when i found you
my eyes blinded
belied reality
my lips parched
by love’s skeleton
held no succor
my ears deaf
silenced by sin
my voice mute
lost in searing screams

unholy days of then

when i found you
hands no longer held
arms no longer reached
feet no longer climbed
self no longer sang
when i found you

unholy days
unholy time
unholy then

when i found you
i was found

o holy love
o holy

holy
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