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Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #311 Awestruck


As I walk into the throne room

I am awestruck by the density of your presence.

In a fit of glory-induced madness,

I prostrate myself at your feet,

out of my mouth comes

sounds and groans I do not understand.

I am unable to do anything but worship you.

My God, my King,

you are the object of my desire,

the only existence worth worshiping.

My spirit is content to remain

forever with you.

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