Waited
175
biblical
minutes
ticking by
like
commandments on stone
for
you to walk down from the
mountain
and give me good news or a smile.
Down
here
everyone
dancing
around
neon cows while I
alone
wait for purple to descend
from
some heavenly bus in the cold.
Like
the Man
no
one beheld you but
me
- standing in front of the
screen,
hands turning blue as I turned
my
eyes towards grace, waiting to see your face.
Will
Christ apologize like you do
when
He sets his feet on
Olivet
and the one
waiting
says -
"What
took
you?"
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