Permission For The Fall

Oh God,
Find me underneath the frozen snow.
Where buried flowers
Wait for spring to show.
I breathe them in, I
Follow where they grow.
Through constellations,
Dragging what I owe.
It hurts in darkness,
Hurts in light.
No place to hide,
No place to heal.
You're the kind of
Fever that feels alive.
Where nothing false
Feels less than real.
Check the clock, the air is cold.
Don't let your hands begin to shake.
Count the hours, count them slow.
Give me permission for the fall.
Aim for the temple,