cataclysm
two years' fervor
watching through the glass
in the yard near dawn you stood
hands covered in dirt and sweat
and we were still
a kink in the wiring
a sudden stranger
made and then betrayed
and promises of unconditional election
an irresistible grace
i've come to know and be known
strings pulled taught,
spiritual successors,
and a haunting of sorts
faint memories carried on the wind
and something that sounds like
words
in the buzzing of the wires