Come As You Are

‘Come as you are’,

He said to me,

In a garden where light

Was refined to the eyes

Of those plants,

Saplings just asking for life,

His blood spread on their tips,

Glorified, the same as fire,

Whipped around, so read out higher,

Where the floor trembles so,

Beneath our broken hearts;

‘Come as you are’,

The solemn words burning

A path along that ground,

Welcoming, words

From hands that leave no trace,

Pure power held

For the seedlings alone.

‘Come as you are’

With footsteps quiet

And hearts outspoken

For to drink that gorgeous life,

Teeth and lips so different in time.

To answer the call, magically;

So I came.

The End

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