Con

Peace, happiness, paradise: the gift.
Love, faith, obedience: the price.
I mold it out of play-dough collected
scavenged from desolate sandboxes.
Prostrate, a basin of three talents,
swallowed without breath, bite, taste. Still,
I smile
and wait

and wait

and wait.

Critique

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