Don't let go.

I woke up this morning saying, 
Thank you.
but maybe I should've said "Stank You."

Cause it turns out it was never good luck.
It was perfect alignment.
It was accepting my assignment.
There were moments that defined it.
And I can't even describe em. 

How does a petal describe the warmth of the sun?

That shit was magnificent.
This life is luxurious.
All blessed up 
and wrapped up
In love.

Glistening.
Like Pyrite
Like Silver 
Really heavy.
Like Gold. 
Magnum.

Opus.

Magazine.
Extended.
9 mm caliber
In Numerology
That's fulfillment. 
Sniper Optics.
The infinite is the scope.

The divinity is the focus.
You got the power.

Faith Underwood
©  2020