Braided buttered palms around fingered ribs
Internalized the potion I scorned
Faced war with projectile love
And spewed grace out in buckets.
Gripped calloused red lines
Stripped the clock of its hands
Waited without the pomposity
Of demand to an end.
Transcended teachings to absolve
Patient for the revelation
While kind to the process
Faithful to my essence
So to comfort the blow of truth.
Carried torture in mission
Swollen deep but distended
Hidden by hand shakes and grins.
Decades dark with tunneled transitions.
Gloved with smooth touches
That reaped rewards of failures.
Then testament birthed oneness
Eternity explained with kiss
Pain rid of value.
Admittance of recklessness for not
Forgiveness but from learning
To live after death of self
Being worn down/
Being child matured
Into this being,