Don’t worship another—

I am nightmare enough—
the distance between desire and dream
in a country called prophecy

word enough
in thunder—

the mystic metaphor of prayer

Don’t whisper me—

I am wind enough—
and spring

Don’t charm my name—

I am glass—
the future

fragile to the hard
point of waves

Don’t awaken me—

I am desert enough
dancing with dunes

in worship to

Don’t convert me—

I am god enough—
bleeding breath
of generations