I woke up in the dark with your name on my lips. Sounding out the words and consonants - foreign tongue familiar.
Yea, I wanna ask her "have I coaxed you here, lesser god, with ceremonies unknown to me?" I tried all the sacred places, nothing ever really happened.
"Maybe it's nothing at all," you mused, over coffee. Should've kept this to myself. You gently reminded me "all the prophets died early."
An internal systems failure permeating my body, room, and my blood all consumed. In my name your reference seems to remain. I am a sojourner building monuments to nothing.
Let me go to sleep, please god help me.
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