O

14Nov11

Where is the bounce back?
Where are the stars?
The light is too bright
(or the winter is too long)

Christ falls from the sky
and dots the earth with diamonds
but they shiver and break

The earth is old, and hungry
She tastes Man's sloth
Admirable
to have not swallowed him
in his contemptible pride.
Her skin is stained
and she is sated

but Man is not.
but Man is never.
He thirsts
for a water that
would scald his lips.

Great I Am, Great I Am
waxing
Elohim, Elohim
waning

I am Saul. I am heaven. I am hell.

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