But are you in you?
Are you when you
fly wide in God?
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More than semantics
My dead-yet-alive
are, you say, your
memory you’re keeping alive.
But no, without us they thrive.
This difference is more than semantics.
Again personified
I’ve peeled out the inner part of death
and he was not what he seemed.
His strutting gave lie to fear
and frankly to his wanting, to
filling himself with all that he wanted to be.
Loneliness is a thread sown
Loneliness is a thread sown
through each and every bone
This world flowing over
This world flowing over
into the next
Advanced Dutch
“Lekker zonnetje.”
“Wat maakt het zo klein?”
“De gezelligheid.”
Like candy
What I first saw of the finger, what it
did do, was push a bike like the bead
of an abacus from high on the right
to the opposite corner. The rider knew
nothing of this, but I could see it clearly.
What the finger didn’t do, later in the day,
which I also saw, was swipe leisurely
through the pollen across the top of my car.
The pollen was green and would’ve tasted like candy.
Not a fixed-ghost lump of sugar
Not a fixed-ghost lump of sugar,
but sugar rejoicing, rising in tea
I pity my compadre
Don’t strike the snake
I thought as I struck
at the root of my sin.
Fear not but pity
weighed my spade as I cut
earth with my thought.
For the serpent, too, a creature is –
rise thus he must –
and the first to fall waits longest of all.
Yes, by God he’ll rise. I say it is just.
For what better blow
to the little man’s pride
than to give what he hates
and wants all along?
Tantum ergo and the dousing of the lights
Altar stripped this
God in retreat
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