If you see a speck of dust-like
glittering, glittering
as you walk along a long bare road
as you snuggle up against that couch
as you grip that steering wheel…
stop.
only a moment.
Put it in your pocket for me?
Maybe fingers twisting
locks of curling hair,
Sweaty palms
Songs in an ethereal falsetto
rare smiles… hide those speckled monsters;
These random lines.
I’ll write
them back from you,
soon.
My mind is
Peacing itself
apart.
“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.” Matthew 7:6 (NIV)
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