my theology

i crawl across the floor,

to be closer to the dark.

before god created the light,

before the sun,

and moon was sober.

before 1955.

i was asleep forever,

the same as dying.

there was no one like me,

to meet on the street.

i climbed to my knees,

in the words of my flesh,

with no meaning at all.

a man can never forget

how it is to crawl.

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