before the every present, unyielding keys
They are insatiable
They will not move without you
and within them they
have locked
Everything you are meant to say
It is a rite
Is it wrong?
It is writing.
and that's poetiquejustis
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.
Psalm 19:14
