Act of God

I am an act of God, who tells it true.
The passage from the womb where I was formed
to now, a man of discrete motioning,
a haunting on a beast, a ghost town stormed.
He tells it true with dimensional threads
or subatomic particles, the sands
with which this desert, bristling in gold
was coronated by his voice and hands.
The sands, he breathes upon and knows each grain
like me, a world unique among all worlds
yet hidden from the rest inside my bones
to speak his name always within me curled.
They'd make a husk of me, but I will choose.
I am an act of God, who tells it true.

i like this one

Glad you like. I've been reading your posts, and I like the latest in the Wolves of Ironwood thing. "We need beasts, not men". And the character description of Vincent is really interesting in that he looks nothing special.