2017 | part one

That we will learn the awful hunger of God, the nerve-fraying

Cry of God, the curdy vomit of God, the soiled swaddle of God, 

The constant wakefulness of God, alongside the sweet scalp 

of God, the contented murmur of God, the limb-twitching dream-

Reaching of God. We're dizzy in every departure, limb-lost.

We cannot sleep in the wake of God & God will not sleep

The infant dream for long. We lift the blinds, look out into ink

For light. My God, my God, open the spine binding our sight. 

- Compline, Philip Metres