LJ Idol Week 6: heel turn
A symptom for you:
jamais vu,
or "never seen:"
in a familiar place,
among familiar things,
a thought comes down like thunder:
You were never here.
You have never done it before.
This is wrong.
So. Follow your threat like a river,
coursing
to dissociate is pagan.
Something holy walks these floors.
(Ears flat, shoulders low. Prowl the meager ridge of fear like a lynx in the snow.)
Or don't. Don't scare yourself.
You should decorate. Venial things.
You must learn to become comfortable in your home.
Thrones.
Dominions.
I need nothing.
What you write about is panic,
not God.
Still,
God is there.
Do not humiliate me,
but also, do not leave