I need someone to
believe in me
I could be the
best kind of religion
Flawed human,
acknowledge the hypocrisies
Dangling from
good intent
I let go, shed to
bone, scraped the marrow
Tube in a neutral
grown ant hill
Allowed the
insects feast and digested the memories
As food for other
bodies
Emptied, naked,
truncated the sentiment to hold on
Plain as frame,
patient predicated on potential
Faith for another
to attempt to see
Any of this
collection as a potential for empathy
Reward or a
semblance of faith
Harboring trust
in a convalescent caretaker
That the deposit
would be gardened
To spur a tendril
to spiral beyond
To put out more
than was put in
A promise of
investment return
That I was worthy
of contemplation
For that moment
of inquiry
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