there can be no mistaking
no greater abundance
no greater strength
all of these whispers are in separate voices
hard to decipher but still singular in their delivery
choral discord
every strained beckoning variance of faith
every tired tried forced eventual reduction of immanence
I have tried hard to follow you
I have tried hard to find your trace footsteps upon the outer reach
this was where you carried me
and if that is so
then there are those things to be thankful for
I have nothing if not an abundance of thankfulness
misdirected
absent
sent
toward some other place not likely known by the rank a file
by the filigree and manchuwok
fastfood mavens off on sabbatical
searching for a slower delivery
trancendent change
irridescent glow
blown to hell