Play me like I’m solitude,

Or string the violet waters.

make headlines disappear,

In its day I dread my maker will appear.

Cover me in silver rhinestones,

And break my diamond ring.

Place salt in my bath tub,

And allow my dirt to flee.

I can’t make my mind up about you,

So I got up from a prayer's seat.

He rewrote my plans,

As I chanted,

holding my dihkr beads.

Young it is

And fruitful she are,

Though multiplying satisfy not,

her needs.

An instance where the apron was too tight,

And the lies kept swelling her seed.

For that,

She fumbled her birth,

It wreaked.

Underneath,

There was a mistaken lurk.

Because how some may admire,

a wind break and yet some grow through,

countless outliers.

But some day soon,

the dust pan won’t push,

And the mop bucket won’t stink,

Because any given sound,

is a touch-less sound,

I gave willingly unto thee.