Pat the butters with ever-mistaken hands Having tremors pulled taut by way of infliction Of a listless wisdom within obedience Under cottons and inheritances for looming Rearing a student of guilt meant to fill a void Afore the billowing sightlines of priming Grief Ruling a game of Disappearing Man Pulling the odds close for examination Getting to the bottoms of goalposts So as to spread truth amidst poorly-coped Manifestations of distance mistaken for conscientious Knurls of parenting; failing and scars aren't always fiercely- Displayed and given to creative exhibition of deprecating wit; Dissembling the experiential privilege of breathing on one's own Is exhilarating for its inestimable worth As these cheeky charms Led to curiosity for my prey: Having grown from victim to captor Enjoyment no longer seems criminal Glory be upon and to come for who I am ✍🏾 '<span query="get(title)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">Hallelujah-Shopping</span><span type="end"></span>' 📍 <span query="get(municipality)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">New London</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(province)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">CT</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(sovereignty)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">US</span><span type="end"></span> ![[Child-of-Light_Mirrored.jpg##bgimg]]