Don’t Attenuate

There is this thing that hits my brain.

Friends, they call me, say “It’s pain.”

I swear it feels like Purple Rain,

so me I just increase the gain.

[Enemies: “You’re insane!”]

Sure, whatever, pearls and swine.

Spirit wind: “You are fine.”

“Mine, you &$(#&$! . . . YOU ARE MINE!”

That’s the voice in every line,

in every symbol, every sign.

God, your glory, O. M. G.

I can see the panoply

—sweet unfolding mystery—

Beauty. Coming next to me.

Sacred trust. One Trinity.