Haloed sky-kingdom brow
The problem becomes the striving
striving certain lucid dive fold.
Visionary satisfaction-this journey's completion/
all Inside us.
Your presence, though hidden/self
crumbling/ false tremble dusk-
I know you're good, she said-I know
sad saddest Saturday rain-
warm hand upon my face.
Incumbent challenge of the self/
as if your hands were stars-leaning
upon the bedpost-I sent my Father
your word and gazed upon
the miracle of Angels in my room.
Just don't worry about things now-
your heart so
w/worry.-[just don't worry]