Episode 21 Dearest Daughter

The baby’s hands are wrapped around My finger. Does she know how
safe I am— now? Now that she’s here, now that I know her I’ll say:
Dearest daughter, I am complete with surrender I’ve never held
treasure but I’ll never need to now. And if you promise to shoot me
I’ll Leave this denial—manic, depressed Draw two lines on opposite
sides Of the country and You’ll find me in the middle between manic
and depression This is silly this is silly this is silly this is
silly They are just atrocities mixed up with Better atrocities.
Only a fool would Dutifully serve those chemicals. Don’t you dare
speak my Name. Show your faces. Harbor, convalesce, my closest
contemporaries. Have some enticing, explicit Divinity. It is Gut
wrenchingly radiant To think, I would be gone now But it takes so
much breath to conclude So I just live on live through and weep
right. Get branded from time to time It’s a sign of The divin