Converting

Interpreting this stimuli of nonresponse

Foolish Biblical authors

Converting the absence in the absence

Into substance

God

I saw you in my dream as I pushed that lioness

Away from devouring my manhood

Expressed the anger and confidence

To acknowledge you and my worthiness

I am and have been asking you to guide me

I feel like you narrowed the options

However painful

To this face of wisdom and beauty

Now this chasm is making me feel

The indifference of the legion imprinted

Whether warranted

I have nothing else to sense

Doubt swarms in fruit flies in the sink

Squatting in the remnants

I wanted the vision to bring the first back

The words were feckless tattles

I wanted the vision to help find me

Into the pool, the yoga, the dodging

I am as lost as ever

I wanted the vision to focus on the second

Maybe, but I cannot do this all alone

I cannot plan or initiate every step

To do so sets me to the disparate rhythms 

Which led to every predecessor’s departure

Wandering hoping for a sign that leads to water