New Revised Standard Version
A prayer is an edge with a bump in it.
String articulates a face; that’s prayer.
Each prayer contains an I who traces a line
then stands on every point of it at once.
The Good is my sidewalk. When I’m tired
I link myself to a larger toward a town
unsettled as of yet. My agitated arms
grow knotted. The term to describe this
is ‘inextricable.’ It’s paint mixed in water.
Its words often animals discussed across a grass.