Tuesday, September 20, 2011

WILL AND TESTAMENT

Ex-catholic me
still imbues
divine expectations
in wafer thin realities;

takes flesh
on my tongue
and tastes
for sacraments;

drops incredulously
as paradise curls
and dissolves
to mere nothing;

and I go falling
into devouring depths,
and I am consumed
by passing days;

this is my body,
well salted now
by everywhere I've been
everyone I've been;

when I curl to nothing
take me up the mountain
and set me drifting
on a fresh sea breeze.

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