A forest chill has formed around me

A glaucous and opaque request

Noting that I am viscous all at once

Before falling into disarray

This greyness cannot fathom

The relentless purge of color

From a disowned parque of my mind

It Surrounds the clamoring of evil

My own devotion resting lost among

The silence of these trees that sing to me

A chorus of redemption that seals its

Way between the rictus of my own liturgy

Becoming Lost before an anarchy of faith

That I am remotely softened to the touch

When the sound of your voice recoils my

Heart into an open hall of grace and

I cannot breathe any longer – I must

Leave this place leave before I am

Erased standing right in front of you

Seeking to be recovered by my own deliverance.