XVII

(antithesis)

who is this king?
i watch the scattered pieces of my heart calmly finding place.
the whirlwind of dust settles.
even my shadows vanish in fear.
sunshine has arrived.

when you did it, my Lord, —
and we will never know why you did —
why did you? did you know? my Lord? —
my Lord —

but when you did it, yes, we turned our heads in disbelief.
you pulled the veil from our eyes.
to show us that you are the antithesis.
to our trying. to our pain. to it all.