The press of it; the hot-and-helpless
crawling toe-to-head-to-toe-to-head-to. I cannot
See, I just can’t make one more
decision that decides me. Do decide. I want
unforsaking/not-forsook. I do not want
Much I do not want. I do not
know what to now not to, what to
Do you know me? completely?
I cannot stand
the press of it; I can’t stand
Talking about this is very much like
(I’m not anorexic, just not
Hungry) (for righteousness, am I)? If
only I knew whether and where
I could stand.
Know me please.