I want an unusual completeness, completely,
if I should find myself walking before angels.
I don’t want to be found outside of prayer.
I want to be the one that rings the bell that
brings the world to faith.
I don’t want to fly without at least the promise
of wings.
I want to encounter gravity, gradually, on my own
terms.
I want to live someone else’s life free of
someone else’s guilt.
I don’t want the burden of unnecessary ignorance
making me unique.
I want to be the superficial clarity of purposeful intention, briefly.
I want a natural awakening.
