Certainty

She climbs to her bed,

And reaches for His book.

  • For each page that she took,

    It fills up

    Her empty feeling-cup

    with infinite, definite

    love potion

  • That made her sober

    More than ever.

  • As she sips and swallows,

    The certainty which was lost

    Is regained.

  • Who he is, there’s no egression

    But who He is, there’s no question.

    -11.43 pm, 15 jan 18-

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