Devoured by the Mouth

i let life crash
onto
my
chest

i let it hit so hard
that nothing else
can remain

every thought
impulse

desire

i feed it to

G
o
d

then listen
as i hear my Voice
say...

"ummm. delicious."


this infinity is me

the more i give to it
the more i become the churning
self-sustaining
motionless comotion
that is

Creation.

i love God
for that is all

i
can
see

the pieces
mold
into
One

as the wounds are fed

devoured by the mouth

of
the
divine.