That Your heart is like a Russian doll,
and that my every approach
would find me
still deeper in You –
deeper in the dark star flashing.
That Your heart is like a Russian doll,
and that my every approach
would find me
still deeper in You –
deeper in the dark star flashing.
Swimming in their spooky dreams
Does some taste
of ash remain
after the immolation
of untoward desire?
atop the antenna
atop the tower
flashing in the dark?
the mind of Christ
and came in search of me.
I ducked in my hole
and peeked through the sticks
to see if he could see.
turned to the page where I should be.
In disbelief He peered through His glass,
and burned a hole in eternity.
I have never entered
your inner circle.
But I have walked
a wide loop of wonder,
and worshipped you from afar.
What I first saw was nothing,
then the pile of clothes.
They say it’s a good thing.
But I don’t know.