I am here,
come knocking.
Devour me,
in blissful surrender
then:
Open my eyes,
guide me.
Move my hands,
become me.
Bring me a far,
show me.
Unlock my mind,
expose me.
Arrange my thoughts,
eloquently.
Spirit of creativity,
hurry,
come knocking
and empty this full heart.
© Reneé Marie
2/7/78
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