I
summons Thecla, Moses, Mariam, & Yeshua. I send them flaming in smaze,
trekking deserts, laughing insanely.
some
glint, feral as time, relaxed, knowing darkness is first. plight of a rose,
petals adorning temples, herbs, balm, another resurrection.
soft
into it, raging as it caves, petroglyphs with ancient insignia.
a
large flint has fallen. many are irritable. government are keeping location,
sterile in some sense, able to uproot an entire nation.
suffusion.
effusion. pouring into light. a craving for esoteria, a battle come lights, a
war in dreams looking at a half being.
I
should be grogged, flat, rising on predators, sword gripped, laying claims to
pure retaliation.
I
know will is filled to brim, as thetic seekers, at a second, needing a
swoosh, a capture, if to surrender all of our suffering. I know we shall not
surrender, if but one face, one shoulder, one arm.
so
uncalm, so much harm, such a vat dangling midair; so Ethel, so Naomi, so dear
to rivers in Esther, to summons, like it happened, to die, feeling it was
righteous—fretting Polycarp—deep emotion, falling quickly, landing in skies—such
transfer, such fire, an Arch Angel, her name is …
