The proposal to inculcate absolute rule

She left me with the morning saplings
for telling everyone about Her, she said,
Her word lingered in the air,
motioning me to act as though it was
the first day, the most fanatic time
seeking Her, my God, my restitution
in the diagonal, filtered crossfire
left unadorned like floating graves
after a flood, not buried deep enough
not fit into boxes of air and space
of strange reasoning, that one would want
to remember such a dark unsettled time