When does it stop,
Does it ever really end?
As soon as the paper
Touch the pen,
How I've been,
And how I've become,
A root creates what
Grows up.
Joshua incarnate,
A readily available seam,
Tree of everything, subliminal
Or seen, seminal
Dream. You wake
Up to the table, you see the same
Old thing. It is overflowing
With the feast.
Same table of Jesus,
Same vista of Jacob's dreams,
Same scarab of Egypt,
Some holy-scrub brush, same.
Sego Lily and sage touch
The drawstrings,
My heart. In
The deep of the dark
I find the light inside,
A delicate sight,
A moment in passing,
You were born to be free!
Now be, or keep undulating
Between the two
Worlds unseen,
Pillar of Mercy--Pillar of Kings,
Pillar of Severity--Mother of me,
Divine paring.
Delving into
The heart of the deep--heaven's teeth.
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