Answers lie in wait
Why I never get anywhere
I went looking for
the shoot that wanted watering
but the tiller has sunk
it within me
Temple of books
Still deeper within
Inner door
River of tears
God’s gut channels the grief of the world
We weep ourselves away
Complications issuing from my uncle’s cheese-slicer sundial
Fruit of the vine
The vine
Comedy and tragedy
Are two takes on the same
gap between what we think and
how it actually is
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