Bartimaeus

A song written as the lenses cloud 

The haze thickens 

I am alone but not lonely. 

Rejected but always accepted. 

My heart's impurities fade. 

The seat next to me always filled, my thirst forever quenched, my soul eternally nourished. 

As I decay in the physical, my soul flourishes. 

I am makarios.

Selah