Praying

God, my hands are full of you

                                                    this evening,

The air is around us too.

The moon undoing above

The trees the color of sky

And I can’t imagine where

We come from,

I can’t remember anything

Before I was born

I won’t remember anything

After I die,

And the moon is undoing.

And I look down

And my hands are empty,

                                                    Emptied.

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