perception

I used to write poetry.

that was before God cracked open my bones

and poured marrow onto paper.

Instead of smooth muscle tissue I

Found a perfect map of the milky way

within my endoskeleton.

He told me to remember him by partaking in his flesh

So I ate the wafer and drank the wine

But my mouth filled with sand

And

The blood of child soldiers.

My teeth,

tombstones tarnished by mothers tears

my tongue,

A freedom flag flapping in the wind

as tired feet are forced to

tread

To protect a "loving" god.

What kind of father gives

An obesity epidemic to the rich and

AIDS

To the emaciated

Not my god, no my god

Does not tell me he loves me

And then kill the innocent like

"Fuck you, here's downs syndrome instead of divinity"

That

Is

Not

my

god.

no, my god is

eons of dirt pulsing through my bloody bloodstream

a mourning dove cooing on a midsummer morning

the scratch of a pencil on a clean sheet of paper

the charred cups of coffee that hold me together.

he is the dual nature of poetry and prose

running together in the throes

of the nights spent

deep inside an artist’s mind

don’t underestimate

the power of god inside

of your tendons

don’t underestimate

your ability to feel millions

and billions

of brilliance pulsing

and pulling

don’t let the anxiety of alienation

drool on your purity

don’t let human history

steal your autonomy

i am part of you

and you’re part of me

so come with me

don’t try to flee

from morality

spontaneity

the gravity

of indecency is necessary to

let the stream

of stability strutting through

your daily dreams

indulge in sweet

sustenance of permanence

and accomplishments

you’re part of this

a fixture

in the mixture,

a tincture

of revolutionary scripture

the perfect picture

of misheard

geniuses

We’re done with this

it’s time for

collective consciousness

peaceful protest

civil unrest

uninhibited conquest

let’s do our best

at your behest

to take this quest

to intelligence

and permanence

of self defense

we are IMMENSE

and the consequence

from whence this commences

is immersion in the present tense

the time is now,

for in your mind

you are divine

yet unrefined

BE disinclined

to let mankind

restrain our kind

we are the future

the truth producers

the art inducers

beauty pursuers

i want to see

the you and me

i want to see

the we

in unity

for me, that’s who god appears to be.

-sofi goodwin

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