Myself down
Like the discarded
Thing that I have
Become
With the irrelevant
Hidden powerless
Of this world
In this singular
Moment
To be reclaimed
By the Vision
Of my First Love
The purest bare
Necessity
A small
Contemplative
Opening
Into memory
Something bypassed
Missed along the way
Fleeting ruminations
Unlearned prayers
Tasted
An altar boy
On the bus home
Fervent Legionary
Catena on his lips
Mary in his heart
She that comes forth
As the morning rising
Fair as the moon
Terrible as an army
Such strange
Minglings
I prostrate myself
Full stretched emptiness
Arc into Interior
On the cathedral floor
Of my intense and infinite
Yearning
The all consuming truth
Of who I am
In the sight of God
