…ink on a cloud
…billions-
father, …
there are billions-
and i simply ask for one-
just one-
so where is he?
and whats his name?
will you share it?
will you write it?
cursive ink on a cloud, maybe?
but not without your blessing-
as love shall never be love without you-
but sickening encounters of swapping souls-
and the filth that lingers, even after a thousand heated showers-
forgive me-
thus celibacy has grounded me for years now, while awaiting you-
and you deserve no less; father of fathers… king of kings- *selah
but where is my picasso father?
the one whose mind can hold my art-
because the night ridicules me, while the moon holds pity-
it does-
it does-
it does. 😔
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