Existential You

If words were the same as intent, I'd suspend your every expression
in mid-air.

You're free
to take a picture
but leave your reflection at the door.

the world's already a dirty enough place without You
misconstruing truth
and selling it by
the milligram.

confusing faith,
and pulling it
from underneath god's fingernails,
back into Your mouth-
A child's-birth, re-
versed.

If word equalled intent
I wouldn't be writing this-
wouldn't be staring in
through the gap between
letter and full sentences.

Don't you feel
what I want,
between 'u' and 's',
Anyway?

I wouldn't be wondering
what it is that You're talking about
because thought
removed from intention
would tell its own story

make its own pictures,

live its own life,

taking no prisoners.