Thought so grey
like a metal fragment,
Born to fly
to Your holy magnet
Storm clouds feel
Like a muscle relaxant
What looks through me,
Never absent
Make cozy every room
Cozy every room
Every room in God’s come-and-go-zy, woe-zy,,
Mansion
Silence swaying
to the beat of disaster
Sky dressed up
like a weather forecaster
To the speed of grace,
mind says “faster!”
Perceiver-in-chief:
My Lord and master!
Make cozy every room
Cozy every room
Every room in God’s come-and-go-zy, woe-zy
Mansion
Eternity
with eyes dead jelly,
Namaste’:
stiff and smelly
Cause of death:
attempt to get welly,
A traumatic lack
of guru belly
Make cozy every room
Cozy every room
Every room in God’s come-and-go-zy, woe-zy
Mansion
The Sun’s gotta cure
for Identity-grasping:
A little less shine
and a lot more basking
Fake news flesh
‘fraida innocent asking:
Bug-out bag
to the Everlasting
Make cozy every room
Cozy every room
Every room in God’s come-and-go-zy, woe-zy
Mansion
~Hunter Reynolds
