Love can be the force field
in front of you
and prayer the
supply chain at the back
Love can be the force field
in front of you
and prayer the
supply chain at the back
Yes, again.
Well, you have your pillow of stone and
the hip thrown out,
the light in Antony’s cave,
Joseph’s twisting,
Joan’s gloaming,
and a river flowing past
the dead in the ground.
It seems ominous, an omen.
Whither the leaves, whither the wood?
Goes all, goes all, in this final final fall!