I don't want to be tortured
by your cathedrals and your politics
I'm seeking permission from God
helping me remove those broken bits
help me to be divinely nurtured
suturing myself so my parts properly fit
this befitting imagery of clump and clod
an earthy soddy steady on a grassy plain
so I wait for modest summer rain
something falling from a plaintive sky
giving me strength and wisdom enough
to not just grow
but also to cry
it's that level of suffering
where we truly need
something less tough
it's that something which roughly
would be more than enough

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