The daytime of renewal

Cobwebs swept clean of spiders

fissures patterning the floor:

signs of the self in transition 

of figments falling apart.

The scent of perfume invades me

natural from bodies being out 

as the new day runs towards ev'ning 

as life is sweated out

Dawn had grabbed the daylight 

dusk has snatched the night

 taking each into their chamber 

for the renewing of their love

Wild the breeze in my cranium

  slow the pace of my breath 

as the daytime of renewal 

turns my feet toward another crest 

Augustine, for sure, is accurate

 when speaking of the heart:  

in God alone fulfillment  

in God, one's life is art

All our God-talk doesn't mean we are God-imbued or God-focused because God can still be used as a gun to keep people in line or to be eliminated.