All But Immersion / Joshua Alan Sturgill
no monsters no caverns no oceans my soul
runs back to heaven or begins to devour
itself. all but priestly oil is slavery to books
and bones. no monsters no battles no glories
the map is printed on my skin. dare i go
adventuring? Jesus said i am life follow me
through death. all but immersion is stagnation.
no monsters no seeds no maturity my soul
i say all but the Eucharist is a cannibal’s feast
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