THY KIN

Play thy music
to my sick heart
O, Lord

Every thy thoughts
Beg me a bawl
Mauling my heart

No respite comes, even
Pausing thy breath

O, God
Are you, that far
Even to touch my breath

Have aligned,
Associating thy form;
Curve not, thy path
O, Lord

Play not thy hump
Swelling wound heights

Play thy music soft
Proving thy kin