(From A Page)

(From A Page)

Sublight Mercury

 collected slides

Browsing for placidity

 meticulous detail

Hushed discussion

 bonded domesticity

Warm in the fabric

 of non-plussed hustle & bustle

    break me not from this

 Verdant field of fantasy

  silver sunshine off a movie-reel

       where your voice

         implies a soft

          contentment

 gives me peace

  another hour

   Shudder

“What’s the matter?”

(From A Page)

“Do you remember when?”

      Passing

A lover without a a friend

      Soft and dulcet coaxing

Bellows to a flame

      Moths to a frame

 Yet opened

Need a moment have cobwebs?

Need contentment have end?

  How another’s tugging,

         does the heart rend.

The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.

 -Rebecca West

Christ-Bearer

what a burden indeed

to carry a god

a man seeks to serve

to find the greatest master

a lord afraid of his king

a king afraid of the devil

the devil afraid of the Christ

what's a god to a nonbeliever?

a child by the stream

begs to be taken across

grows larger each step taken into the mud

a god is a heavy burden

dragging you further down

down into the water

Named for a man who carried such weight

a man who relished the burden

cursed to carry a god upon your shoulders.

mighty Jason stopped at the banks of the Anauros

the winter-fed swell threatening its banks.

Carry me across?

an old crone beckons

but she grows heavy with each step

step step into the flood

Saint Jason carries the Christ

The hero Christopher labors under the weight of the patron of motherhood.

which one of them lost a sandal in the fierce river?

which one was blessed in deed by their god?

Both died

doomed by a divinity they freely carried

should I follow?

speak my true name and bind me forever to your circles of spore and daisy.

call my name and drag me down into your fae realm.

ask my name and how should I answer?

true name has the power to harm,

to call down malice and hateful spell.

what is mine?

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Intractably set at odds

 No care for the twisted ties

          and quota hog-slop

“I know more

   about who killed so&so

Somewhere far and relevant no more”

 checkmate

   his voice comes on

      static intercom

“ I try not to invest so much

               in the blue eyed whore of Babylon”

                       Shared sentiment

“but knowings free,

                       long as you dig neath’ the right tree”

        final amends

“Well I could care less who

                    owns what and where I can’t even be”

                              locked eyes

                       transitory messenger

                “Well aren’t you an allegory for god”

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Those moments

   You felt you’d be forever

 In that parcel

Here again,

       Gone tomorrow

Hand off what-

                -you’d never bargain

     Alight upon each spending

            Here Again,

                    Gone Tomorrow