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I spent years, scared of the bible,
Scared of religious conservation
And conversations
Perhaps I am still scared.

I drained my thoughts
And used to the pulp to 
Turn into a quilt and
 drape on the shoulders of god.  

I want to go back to simpler times. 
When sex was merely pleasure.
And marriage was only legal. 
When murder was just survival. 

I want to go back to simpler times.
To sleep against sand dunes.
To drink saltwater without wincing. 
My hair matted in the wind.

I want to swim naked against the cold currents, 
my tender flesh hardened by the sea. 
There's something romantic about
my shadow against rough rock. 
Something holy about the waves 
bouncing against the shore. 

Whether I float or 
drown,
I want to go back to simpler times.
To the ocean.