permanent

What you had plan.
For whom you had planned for.
When I had right fits you say, no my dear-
That is not for you to have.
But I am grateful with what youve given thus far & ecstatic to conjure what you may have brewed for the least ambitious though greatly hopeful; the most-est-
I am needy and an expectant. All the time, everytime.

It is so hard to read you when you ask me,
When you whisper to me.
When you can search me and flower a flaw.

I am dry and sore.
Pain and weak.



Father, here me speak