hot red clouds through the rear-view mirror give away Your presence far too well,
which is good,
because looking under
and inside
these dusty nooks and crannies
of my sin-
it is much harder to find You there.
odd how i can find and lose You in these siren songs, these fire nights,
this tempted seclusion,
the blessed isolation that i can make for myself if i just live a little softer
those guitar strings always speak so quietly, as does He,
but it is intriguing how much more beautiful your words do sound
if i must only take the time to listen closer.
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