today I choose faith, a hunger subtle as the breeze
where is the God of choice, a change of faces,
a flip of the coin. Eat the fruit they say. So here,
under the Mellow sun I sit with open hands.
take the conviction and baptize the cornered brain
take it, the self, melt it and god will free me,
like water in a thorned labyrinth. Crowned in stars
I walk with clear eyes to the trees, seeing it all. Alive
after the battle, finally.