Prayer
Jared Michael Wahlgren

Knees bent, air, undertow of your wings; you can carry many things: letters & prophetic
banquet. This is the supper before you last.

Lights will flash in your lifespan. Oncoming tautology, forced entries.
Then, the room will appear dim. A torch

passed from hand to hand, a letter is writing by hand, a calligraphy
of Gods so comely & quiet. A fiery ink; or, fairy,

The words blur in interpretation. You are on key, or in.
Translation of your, your realm, your plain ring.

You are talking width. Hypotenuse.
The possessions, rise. The sea, parts. The love, mends.

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