(Happy Sunday.  Writing is easy, and I’m enjoying it.  I don’t know if it’s a product of consistency or favor being shown by the Universe.  Day 194…)

Said if you get a feeling, a feeling that I’m feeling… Won’t you come closer to me, baby…

Remove my name like shoulder straps
Let it fall to the floor
Not to be worn on your person until I say.
My hands are the only ones that matter
Those on the clock no longer exist
The date
No longer exists
All time is to you is a firm command
“Right now”

Obedience is rewarded
With monuments
Erected by you
And planted in the most sacred of temples
What’s it like to be fertile ground for worship?
You pray with your whole church
Your breaths congregate to sing hymns
How was service?