Temporary

Probably the only religious poem I'll ever do.

Forget your name,

The stain of waxed and waned

Meaning

            Tamed

Noun’s power, choked-only-child flower,

With your forgotten name-

 

It seems like glue

So strong, then pulled apart and drug along

Lost use, strained truth-

Reset! I love you- no name to whom it’s meant

He removes the glue-

 

No need for it- I’m so bent on you

Forget your name- forget glue, crawl in you

(Forget, love, regret)