Forme

You are a timeless prophet
of the drive-thru variety.
A thrift store poet,
both frantic and pure.
Your tears and your terror
are worthy investments.
The wisdom they've birthed
form delivered promises.

You cringe at concepts
like hell and like evil,
and fall in Love with clouds daily.
Outraged by violence,
kindness is your soul food.

Words were your weapons
but became instruments of peace.
You say desire brings desertion
and failure brings freedom.
Clean and rested but burning,
you take what you want
whether given or not.