tall fall re call

i'm the 1
A.M. prayer collect call
outlasting 3

blasphemous hours at least

i pretend during the day you turn down
the listening part of your godhead
to mute the sounds i make--

later near the unmade bed
i kneel in

you reel me in and in your winding in
i'm born again

then stupid me i think
that i see can again

bind up my blind mind

that cannot find your mystery--
your gift is abstract time
and i'm high as the future