Late Apologies to My Mother

lightning strike me down onto my knees, Mother, i have done You wrong. 

in the whirlwind of Your generous nurture, i was carried away, greedy sightless child that i am, with my infinite ideas imposed upon Your finite reality. as i find myself under Your solar flare glare, caught in the eye of Your magnificent hurricane, Mother, i deserve it.

rain down upon me Your judgment, what torrential justice to be spat upon thusly - i am drowning, Mother, but You cannot breathe either, my irrevocable avarice has smothered You so.

i surrender myself to boil under the fire of a thousand splendid suns, i submit my blistered skin to the salt of Your seas, i choose to become sands again and populate Your desert. the blackhole of my chest must be stifled by inevitable soil, dispose of me, Mother, i will decompose into Your glory. 

thunder bolt my mouth shut after this apology, there is nothing else worth saying. i am sorry, Mother, You cannot afford to forgive me.

04/08/21