Prayer is the last response
Of presence when life is denied
So to remain quiet
Is sometimes next to God’s ear
Watching and listening
The last apparatus
Of apparent prosperity
For to own is not permanent
Anything can be taken away
A spirit-diamond trance
Can problem solve
The symmetry of misfortune
Prayer is the last response
Of an unconditional force of happiness
Too infinite is consequence
For us to seize destiny by the throat
Prayer is the easiest sport
When our slow capacities deploy
A crude response to vivid nature
So to act is not always wise
Then do we notice things overlooked
Our mind italicized by light
That darkness be prerequisite
To spirit’s final room
As narrow time’s jostle between
What we once called life & death
Bent to water, till we died
Prayer is the last response
When belief no longer regulates
The perception of our undue significance.
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Wuji Seshat 