Phoenician fire,
or before time, before Jerusalem, before Africa. a person, tapping inward—erupting
on the community; warriors at love, murder, tribalism, leaping, swords through
bone, women rough, agile, smaller, rushing, dying, nailing souls to fences. too
brutal, while spirit is alert, swishing inside, Greeks rummaging interior,
before anything, as into everything, was it Ethiopia? or further back, a man
feeding some extinct animal, a woman found beautiful, some creature
unmanifested—akin in senses, arriving with fire, was it Zoroastrianism—it wasn’t
New Age, it practiced New Age, it wasn’t Christianity, it knew of Christ—a man,
a woman, laying eyes on earth, shocked to arrive, afraid of closeness;
primitive souls, somewhere in Armenia, laying claim to a ship—landing on Mount
Ararat. more fire. I thirst for further before Canaanites—before we saw a
person—those caves, animals assorted in time, eating what we lived with. most
relentless waters, raging high, how long before a whale became some indistinct animal?
listening to a phoenix, a Palestinian, a Persian, if to see a thread, or
leniency on Mars, exospheres filled with capacity. was pain here? was
uneasiness its drive? are most moving because intestines are without pleasure?
many are indebted to the first religions, non-religions, infused inside, given
credence to The god in me greets the god in you—while each search for
the capital G.
