subconscious subworld

My subconscious sub world has a mind of it’s own when it’s crowded outside, it still feels alone with holes of rectangles and circles within it reshapes triangles, so they can fit in it listens closely to what it receives then hears what it wants and already believes

my subconscious sub world has survival food stored guns for protection and self latching doors and now lie detectors solve the need to trust if one cares to enter this test is a must it’s not paranoia it’s just being smart to head off attacks before they can start

my subconscious sub world has known Poe’s and Freud’s it’s learned life is best if it simply avoids understanding or asking what fellow man thinks it’s decided man’s wisdom quite simply stinks so it creates a system that works best for it it prefers the fruit, does not like the pit

my subconscious sub world heard a knock on the door the voice had authority like none before though it held power it was mild as a dove my subconscious screamed danger...my heart reached for love my sub world was quaking, it’s guns cocked and aimed then drew back from shooting when He called my name

my subconscious sub world ran a check on it’s walls they were crumbling too fast with each of His calls it called for the mortar of self will to repair any breaks, then it heard His voice say “Yes I care” and it searched for more bricks of resentment to fill any voids, then it ceased...a peace made it still

My subconscious sub world offered “Lord do come in... please excuse all this mess, please forgive all my sin” He brought endless rectangles and circles with Him I’d no need to reshape they fit perfectly in my heart at last calm, as now ...I believe? no mess did He see He only saw… Me Words and Art PatsyP