The Intent

I sent for the intent to sweat when I mention the moment.

I ascend from the focus.

Of course there's a sense of slowness when I suspend opus.

Contend with Moses.

Cut the head of a goat to trend like Joseph.

Put my hand to the throat of the holy ghost with this magnum opus.

Like a spasm. Boneless.

Fathom soulless like abracadabra, hocus pocus.

That's so much focus.