Dogs 2012

IDLE WORSHIP
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I take
the first
morning step
from bed
grateful
in my soul
for another
dawn

with
the second
I violently stub
my smallest toe
on the dresser
then curse
the blessings
of the coming
light

I am
alternately holy
and profane
throughout the day
depending upon
the next
footfall

a religion
of one
I limp
with purpose
praying only
to my tilted
shadow

all too soon
night will fall
and my deity
will once again
be consumed
by the
darkness

in the
sunless limbo
of sleep
I dream
of different
alters

and
a steadier
gait