Waking Up with Dreams of Rats and Beasts Floating Between My Ears

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Caleb Gerdes
Cracked white
ceiling believes me
to be asleep
uspoken the lea
yearns for the cultivation:
spittle coated words.
I shout
and the cracks
turn away abashed.
curious nature turns
them back, slightly derisive.
Contempt pulls my head
from the turtle artists
who grace the cushion.
moments pass
I catch glimpses
of my contempt
as a mist
that does not
seep through cracks
but from my god being
misconstrued as
the God, our
creator.

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