say bless when everything is miss spelled

my burning gut started its wiggle
when the sleeping morning would not sleep
each painchild is feasting
speaking songs of knots
providence lies
prayer
waits

drowning courage

demon out there thinks big
editing faith and trust
playing with my delusions
i forget Paul made the shore

ization ( I like the end of some words)

lines of unpredictability in ice
frighten
the fool of truth,
Peter walked on water and why not
good words always slide off the page to play
love is the double letter of one
and
when i wash with weeping i will be kind
realization
flows