reading
the bible
growing
up
I
read the bible
trying
to find
those
pulse points
between
my humanity
and
my divinity
especially,
in the
old
testament
with
its ample breasts
and
hearty grains
everything
was
sexy
in
maternal gain
everything
garnered
at the end
of
a spear,
shield
and cup
reading
between
the
lines
I
was always
trying
to see
whether
or not
there
were intersects
to
dive into or
divides
to overcome
whether
or not
there
were parallels
to
a now or
just
places
to
hide the past
each
piece
of
time spent
is
a curl
or
whisper
like
last night was
when
Winter arrived
finally
December
as
the wheel
pays
homage
and
remembers
the
lance lattice
cycle
of water
its
tide royal
with
keys
to
every kingdom
and
a loyal sense
of
gravity like me
going
down
to
bleed your sky
trying
exit wings
with
a bible high
in
your exhale’s glisten
tinder
bell nipples
say
rise with us
for
we are wise
beyond
the words
and
silver
of
white-bearded men
thus,
one only
has
to let go
and
be like water
to
rain to snow
to
ice to the steam
of
a moment
becoming
a memory
of
going down
reading
you
like
some fantasy
coming
true
that
I once had
while
growing up
reading
the bible
EJR
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