#502 - sacred

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2.135

sacred

for godbother

 

the early air

and memory of song

 

dawn, the sun let down

cloud’s first fall

 

an almost event

and go again

 

grey continuous with light

 

a frog is a bird is a pointed sky

 

sacred the things in themselves

                      unnamed

           the plan-less

   the couldn’t-have-guessed sacred –

                so who cares?

 

headmists, rhythm and rot

 

sacred the journey to here

the variousness

holy pong –

the fruity creature’s ending

 

nor temple nor tablet

all temperatures

 

flower’s headsup

a bask in conversation

 

sacred the stone

and the stream in its years

a breath passed on

 

sacred is death to them

and the bending to

 

the sayso, gossip on-line

days spun, a bounce around this sun

 

the earworm

laughter and ache

an arrow has my heart

 

sacred the underwear slipping

come hither

feast me

 

filth, mulch, leavings swept

 

tree falling of its own accord

         who knew?

 

not the fact but the act

 

sacred where we find ourselves

nothing to do with a king

              or any preen

 

sacred the clowning and falling about

the stretch towards

 

not the creed but the deed

 

spider, bat, bedbug

snake out of log

or under tin

piano deeps of a tune  

 

sacred the unseen

 

we sacred vermin hymn the thing

scribble soundless

a door without the churching

 

sacred the infestation

 

winter sun on my back is so

as is the summer swim

 

left hand for the keys

the right to strum

things in themselves

 

nor any alone

 

sacred the coins in the air

noble numbers

and where they land call

 

all fours

the down to and done

 

none of it ever knowing holy

 

still sacred

the godlessness of all