Sleep

When Isaiah spoke,
He often sounded like the other iahs.
Painted pictures of God’s different characters, his love the pariah.
God starts with an oasis closes with a tsunami
Therein the opposites that posits an army trained by Moses.

“We learn”
From those we believe to be competent,
They gather us into the last four of the last line
Each opening his own door as a life line
Queues begin to form a long line
Lines forming sects strapped with their own 9s
Death tolls increasing from our own hands
We no longer see the people since we’re blinded by the light,
Saul of Tarsus.
But if to each his own delight then how can each still claim to be preaching Jesus?

Listen.

We’ll know to whom you truly listen.
When the wind blows.
When the wave a hundred and eighty kilometers crashes into your windpipe.
We will learn from how you breathe.

We will see,
If your fleshy bloody organ goes a thumping fast.
Or if you’ll wake with dull eyes that mimicks the weather
Stare into the judging face of the _nayers_
Eyes glinting like Pegasus
Pull your sword apart
Unflinching cos you were sheathed, and your source never from you depart
Calmly do your part,
“Peace be still”

And go back to sleep.