In wilderness I have come

In wilderness I have come
I have promised the gods I will be angry
And in confusion act out in anger

And I have consulted appropriate
Mediums
There, dining
At their trappings;
Twisted cactus bark

I have held the requisite position
(I left the house with untied shoes and soiled hands)
And they've accepted me graciously into their shelter

I ask you not to worry
And hold my elder not responsible, dearest Mother

Sincerely,

Your Son

In/completion

The mind knows in mere whisps and the body incompletely
And each growing disinterest in the world around me involves my sanity
(Whether to keep or lose, I do not know)

God in clouds fogs my lenses
And in fire He makes it hard to breathe
(And though we practice at the breathing it still comes with wicked sensation into our lungs)

Many potions and witch's liqurs I have tried
And begged of them reprieve
And I failed

If He is not seen, what do we see?
If not inhaled, what breathing?

Which is the failure, I beg of thee explain
My lungs or thy breath?
My eyes or thy face?

I await the answers to such questions on pre-summer evenings that involve soiled porch steps
And hope You don't mind too much
And forgive of me my imperfection