been thinking

’bout God and
why I think of Him
and don’t believe out of want but out of need;
how He’s beauty and beauty’s
the thing I choose over the LA euthanasia, it’s –
the thing that reaches in,
embraces the thing most cold that tells us not to go
and nurtures into it like kneading
the willingness to carry on;
white jasmine tomorrow’s, cotton candy clouds
present the palm trees with their power lines,
the promise of fire, hot hot heat,
the longing champion of one’s eternity
despite the cold that tells us not to go.