03-22-07
The simplicity of lines
dulled to extravagance
Is the majesty of humanness.
But He has nothing to dull,
and does not progress.
His infinite Majesty far outweighs
This tragic artistry.
12-18-06
I could have forged my doubt into art;
fire and coal and burning
and…
hammering.
And I could have waved for help
like an intellect
compelled to sell for spirit
-coping wanderer, flame of fire-
forging fortitude;
a long stayed winter of steam
rising for clean…
air. And it was still.
and Abraham’s stars spoke –
their brightness through time
woke my appetite
lost…
Finally,
I am no poet.
I am no god.
I am a slave led into the wilderness.
And I’m glad.
The fire here is brighter.
