most holy catacomb, walking flesh,
with more wounds. five, nay, six senses—if we include the mind. a third eye
trauma, dearest intuition, a daughter in straits. muddy convictions, treading
hills, tablets shattered, over a bloody calf. more sin, sweet precious sin,
segue into sweet delicious faith. most holy woman, more sins than occupied, so
deep, aflame, pure voltage. the nun of my screams, the face of my altar, if but
… if but … if but ….
mirrors in drawers. old vignettes.
wrote so much a body formed.
rhythmic mental houses. fiery furnace
flame. filled with fury. too damaged to ask, too infused to leave, if marriage,
what does it symbolize? it must mean existence, turmoil for the beloved,
sanctioned like dying to exist.
sworn battle cries. merchants in Europe.
a vat of wholesome fairy dusts.
I was sick in sickness, still
remnants. I worshipped at high grounds, suffered thoroughly, only to covet high
grounds. the fallen has risen, the slave is master, the city is filled with equality.
some dream. something we covet. let the Empire bear witness.
I fiddle a watch. I light a lamp. I carve
a table. certain uncertainty. bending mind winds. cupping liquid air. to
believe as unseen, to live as meditated, to trance in, to trance out; with
buildings on shoulders, with presidency in passion, with the first woman under
scrutiny.
most holy sinner, as alert to
transgression, sinning, fervent, heart decided.
hungry for Jerusalem, aching for
Egypt, baptized in Africa—most fervid Americas, most driven alienation, most
fashionable women. as shunning invitation, dying for invitation, so ambivalent
over invitation.
eating shewbread. sipping wine. we
ask for Transubstantiation. the courage of the tiger, the Judah of the lion,
while his soul is Levite.
most mystic Protestant—as a craving
seeker—the soul has never known childhood.
forgive the blending—most indebted to
Israel—indeed, ensouled by the Jewish culture.
