Make You my constant companion
because You are the only One
ethereal enough to slip through the bars,
past the guard, tolerate my incessant,
incoherent death row confessions.
If my isolation can be breached,
the possibilities expand exponentially –
One slips through and then all the others
crowding my cell into absurdity, epiphany
and obliteration, stepping outside myself,
at last unbound, to wander the unimaginable
terrain below a dazzling blue eternal sky.
O child of God, let the One true friend penetrate
the Maya-built, illusion-maintained walls of separation.