In the Beginning/the End

You are my church

I, the beast in the tall grass - watching, lost, searching

Perhaps I am a hunter-cat, or a hound

Perhaps your stars light up and shine like Heaven's offices

Night breaks, it explodes and crumples into something you can throw away

For all of the dark pasts and unkind words/deeds

We are here

I want to look into your eyes, deep and of destiny

I want to whisper "Finally", with no words

Down the road, I traveled

My feet, bare and worn to agony kept moving

Was it will or want, I cannot say

My mind, feral 

My tongue hanging from my mouth

A song of exhaustion sung from deep in my empty belly

How, then, it pleased me to find familiar streets and nooks

They were hazy, but my mind and heart knew them

"I haven't been here in forever, or ever" I convinced myself

and it was true

My DNA dreamed of it, before eyes formed or hair grew

My heart longed for it, before fingers or claws or fangs came to be

I end where I am meant to 

A stream of code that begins with the beginning

is corrupted and askew throughout the labor lines and intimate functions

but, as it was meant to be, ended in your arms and under your canopy of hair

Much as a child weeps for its lost pet

Perhaps a hound, or a cat

It finds its way back to them

The magnetics in its head scanning the starscape; Heaven's offices

It walks down unknown/known ways, looks up to the light's ceiling, heavy with air

It calls out a gutteral sound

and doors, hearts, eyes all open

It is called-to and comes

It smiles through hurt that is no longer hurt

looks to its Master and sings to her

"I am Your beast"