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let me tell you
friend
that great anxiety you feel
was birthed with you
given as a gift by that golden
squirming mass in the sky

I can tell by your face
you’re uneasy at this realization
but that too is a gift
a little kernel of fear you give
yourself to claim independence

you’ve forgotten your bedmates
we all wake and move as sand
capable of hardening and
watching the waves eat away
our toes then feet then legs

this too makes you uneasy
and the thought of God enters you
it’s splayed across your face
in wrinkles and pores
like splinters of an old cross

let me reassure you
this too swirls in me
but I am
above all
easily distracted
and will forget salvation and truth
when the thought of pleasure
erupts inside me