when will this be over.
i look to the day.
when my space returns.
when my room i reformat.
refresh refresh and refresh this page.
i may miss this now yes.
in the next few lightyears.
to reach the next level.
to have enough of this routine sickness.
time has spread itself so thin.
either zooming or slothing.



apprehension anxiety.
but fear not.
He holds my hand.
more lights-off i require.
to carry the burden of day.
everyday.



once is not enough.
neither is twice nor thrice.
constant presence with two or three.
just to glorify You.
on the path of white prayer.
this is what i say.



my heart is yours to fill or burst
to break or bury
or wear as jewellery
whichever you prefer.

perfection at 8:25 PM