Restless Stranger
My corners scratch uncomfortable,
for strangers to engage in lurking.
To their ignorant, happy benefit,
no one’s seen my strangest working.
Underemployed and rightly morose,
skills never attempted, never honed.
Resting in home’s shadows, reclining,
confident His name will be intoned.
Unwise to assail His vile eagerness,
I smell old bones in his ghastly danger.
Aware of my dread deepest recesses,
and impatience of my restless stranger.
EaS
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