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The pathways parting, amidships, doorways either side, still facing, choice, do I have any, standing, wondering, where and why? choice to love? choice to sacrifice? choice to transmorgify? but I, between rainbow and obsidian, deny the Hermetic rainbow journey, Not-i, not-jesus, woman becoming never once fashioned complete, but imperfect, outreach Into the underworld, her belly…

My hair bowing in sun, to grass Lies prostrated on the grass Seeds in the grass Eyes in the grass Thought tangled, like in glass: Love’s symmetrical feeling between Knower and Earth A wheeling Spirit that Hearkens to the woman I love, Her opposite, churning in spirit, blessed to know The feeling called love, absorbed…

Shapeshifting thru suburban fields of Sundays, gods and goddesses, all that lies buried within, daydreaming spirit in Sundays ever after, moving in muscles battling – For a touch: who is your God, then? Who compasses your height and breadth? For who do you this moment draw your breath? And stop my anger, and raging fury,…

Hear my predicament, thou absent! I sit in my own shit, reasoning about others shit heaped on my back, is all that ever comes, And to see you is to love, and to feel love come, but you never, really come, Shit is all that ever comes my way, I wait everyday in a stinking…

If I begin on my cross, aloft, And the world down-bearing, Light scattering, and I, dying, Not jesus, am back up, And standing, regathered, refound, Myself, light to evil Machinations of history assembling, Takes less than a second, For a soul to be saved, when receiving Light, But was never my own, possessed, In the…

I read in a book, about Gods movements contrariwise, between Halacha (or law) and agada, or the spontaneous; as God’s bow and arrow, And I thought of Cupid and his bow, you the string-taut law, me the wild arrow, because, g, seems to be a traffic rule, all roads lead all my thoughts to you…

A meditation begun, the Coward of the Army, Just one, nothing special, leading behind 50 people with a gun, things to come, Head of ignorant stump, unthunk, Cockroach arse nosy in fence, with Ignorance, calling for blood of his betters, Things past >French revolution became fascism under Napoleon and Pound went mad to nowhere land,…

What is right, this dusklight? Am I to dogmatise, strictly, “Ramjet the cocketeil, remain Within your cage I state.” Or do I free him, to be the Bird he’s always been? Between, my heart takes flight to my minds design To contrasts of humanity, Between its authority and Anarchy, their see-saw thru History, rocking, One…

(Elven ears answer: have you never read poetry before, accuser? Never had a muse? Does that make you jealous, too? Never mind you, accuse, accuse!) (More seriously, tho: A stream passed by, grey of concrete, passive in rounded suburban waves of streets, sits on a fence, the heart of a bird, in the chaotic engine…

There’s never been a devil, carving out brambles in the earth’s hollow, But once a woman, rose up, tiamat, began swelling, her self within,  writhing In love of her own awakening (She thinks she’s obsidian, in me the dawning) Within clusters of populated righteousness, banners Christian and feminist, She looks for herself, within hollow circles,…