I used to write static poetry.
And I was an electric woman.
But now I am a fluorescent lit fish bowl.
I sometimes wonder if the walls of Christ's chest
Are technicolor.
I heard a weird word once about the aura of Christ-
That it spread the size of canyons and counties.
If I ever capture Jesus in a bottle
I will write poems about His existence.
I will examine Him
Day and night
Like a pill bug.
He will never go missing again.
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