This mess of distress
I profess in the sea of matter around me
Mattering
A smattering of meaning
Feeling
A disaster
Of anatomy
A plaster of memories
Confessed to a pastor
Deep mutterings
Of prescient alabaster
Stuttering
Everything within me
Lunging
Crunching before opening
To the epitome
Of Love blooming like the Seven Seas
Were mothering.

Love is where we All Belong © 2019 eltoNBomb

Mastering by Robert Trifunović