seeking grace

it's late
i have to get up early in the morning for a jaunt
i took out the trash today again, from a couch
grace can be gotten by mouth?
i wonder
what God thinks of all of this
300mg w
200mg z
2mg at
2mg ab

am i becoming a perfect vessle?
mind and body?
or in the brain
what to think of robots and the bloom fades
the metamorphosis is not

but robots do not a clear mind make.
robots do not
are not
having the sense and the softness
to catch a beautiful gray middle ground
where extremes fade and the air becomes lovely

robotic is black and white
robotic requires no chemical moderation, no regiment

i sail from high places back down through the trees
to land upright
as if a cat dreaming
i kiss the sacred heart
i wear mary
she stands upon my supersternal notch
and arms open
drives this vessle
into where God intends

selfless existence?
too heavy to gather
takes a thousand threads to silk a still man make.