I believe
I am yours
in a way
more than breath
and blood.
I am yours
as the leaf belongs
to the sun.
The warmth of you
opens me,
and I sway in the wind,
the song of my trembling
with my brothers
is a hymn.
I am fallen,
and you
are my God;
bring me back
to life.
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About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
‘Twas a day for leaves, me thinks. I too was inspired by our green, arrow shaped friends. Great work here, Jones.