please, let me bathe in these ashes
as the last leg of a grand series of ecumenical rites
which I have indulged-
that is, practiced in piety and poverty of spirit
over the past 24 hours
yes, it began upon my waking
and of this, being astute in my faith, I am not ashamed
it is the burden of the believer to do what is necessary
to bear forth this crucifix of mild withdrawal
this provocateur of perspective
these days in absolute wilderness
I swear, I have no clue what I’ll do without my beloved daily manipulations from big tech
without conscious gluttony
goodness what bravery I’ve garnered in contenting myself to step away from such destructions upon the assurance that these dreadful abstinences of the pure soul might persist not beyond two score days!
Christ! I might as well be Jesus.
build me grand and towering
climb me in the southern continent to gaze
For I am of the world.