Dear Mother Green
You fought the good fight
Though all that you dreamed
Escaped in the night
You swore you'd obey
You prayed to receive his call
His voice never came
And yet you hold true
You wondered if arrogance kept him from you
You've ceased your petitions
You worried your faith isn't great
Like the faith
Of the ones
Who he calls every day
Or are they just lying because they're ashamed
Is it more of a sin to mistrust them this way
You don't change a thing
You keep your routine
The wounds of your self-flagellation unseen
And yet constellations of holy machines
Fill your dreams with the questions whose answers you can't stand to
Seek-do you believe there will be a release