You loop your will through me
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Your face locked
In the pane that shattered
In the puddle sprung
In the running tear
of a windcut dawn
The cheerful reaper
Error’s a bit player now,
but he used to be big,
in the morality plays.
You had Pride then, too,
and Death,
and kids called Patience
and Fear
Chocolate box of the fatalist
Mourning your moaning
Crooning your groaning
Loving your passing
Second-guessing the mist
The soul’s dishevelment
“Why were you hiding?”
No, please thank you, I was not hiding
but biding
time
while the garden grew regardless
Wanting you badly
A pound of potatoes
cools the boil
but they’ll cook
soon enough
you’ll see
My flame disappears in a white, white sky
Said earthly good isn’t so good.
Some heaven doth give it the lie.
A chicken chosen
To feed the world
leaves a feather
just so I’ll know
Tears turn the wheel
Grinding these hopes
but I’ll make bread from this
listless dust born of nopes.
Just give me, O Lord,
that ingredient least
that lifts me to live,
Your beneficent yeast.
The sound of NPR
Wheat growing
and the wind blowing,
and the implication,
not what is said
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