imperfections acknowledged, Father

Dip-dab as one
may, inking
in a life not theirs.

Shoes never worn.
fitted for.
called for.
sculpted for.
Can't fit.

Shh….be quiet.
it’s called, humility.

“Must be riding the reading rainbow,
so, high! How’s the air up there? thin?”

Stop.. take a look see.
panoramic view at
thy station.

all is good?

courteous chatter
invisiglined with
razors and green goblin.

love rain down on me,
hold the acid.