regard me kindly god

choking on the very incense i once rose in

it’s all yours, isn’t it?

the vapor, plant, then seed

the lungs, desperate mouth, then hands

this smoke and i

keep us hidden from each other

red-eyed and squinting

i see as much of myself as i see you

just as much star as body

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just this once god

conceive and perceive me immaculately

peace be with me

at your hands

by your flowers

and through my will

taking part in divine creation

has to be the holiest sin