The oldest

I worship You, God. I worship You as this fire inside, your warmth pressing outward I am salty and sun-kissed in this tropical heat. I look up to catch you just so in the rays of the sun, and smile... closing my eyes, a universe inside, (epiphany!), the deep field of your crown is royally cast with stars made just so, speeding outward to the edges of these latent gills, still fragrant with seaweed and the last reel of celluloid.

I have been cast in a new role, very old (the oldest), this starring role. Only for forever...

I love You.

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