) Speak plainly: try again to
speak the line you’re thinking. Thoughts:
inflections off the tongue of the mind –
tinge of blue within a gossamer sky –
hand of Christ on one’s head –
arms pulling nets in –
( Believing not in Christ,
but in his serious hands,
transparent and empty
having no bones or blood,
whose implication held my shoulders tightly –
if I could not feel Jesus gently.
And I believe not in coercion,
but in its serious hands
of which I am – but I am
as the body of Christ
meditating on high peaking suns:
I am head of sunflower;
the vision of John, a prosody:
an articulation of soul and destination;
the first seeing eye, the stiff arms unfolded;
the distance between bridges, flooded and joining;
the star within the sunrise, shining bare into existence –
can be as everything, trees now are trees becoming.
I am the red monk and the gray one; I set fires and put them out.
I am create dust from nothing. I am from dust to mountains raise.
Spring from silent corners of winter
released June 1, 2013
Synnett, Finkelman, Burkosky, Bassett, 2013.
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