In this lifetime full of yearning
through which came wishing and dreaming
within many splendid, unquiet enthusiasms
a voice murmured back the word, 'prayer!'
I was needy and you were solicitous,
my mind always straying to paradoxes.
Instead I uncovered brazen devotion,
the perkiness brought such euphoria
and so, I screamed, 'Is that a blessing?'
Mattering and assaultive within theodicy
Urging and purging within my slyness,
shyness or otherness, I could not awaken.
Tossing its ghost into all desires,
'It's that barrenness,' I muttered
Queryingly back into my memories
craving the eccentric, eclectic fantasies
the yearning, an essential evanescence
an evolutionist laughed at me in retort.
'It's that piety,' I whispered.
The sunrise simply smiled.