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Great sage,
the soil will nourish you
& your Christ-birth
into eternity,

Knowing how life begat life,
mind-vessels will be inferior and
submissive.
Holding grass, the coarse pieces will
set themselves ablaze,
sucking ash from every crevice,
the distant dust drifting clinging
to solid and slush,
dispensing every ripple from ripple
thru atomic yelp!

Never-mind
going past affluent embodiments
of cynical longing,
naiveté wet-dreams of green death,
the iron industry phallic of progress,
raping the arched bough of eternity.
Underpass psalms of salvation,
Edisons electric crucifixion:
glory be to the great grid!
Clenching the ink bubble of clouds,
reclaiming shattered earth, to offer piece
by piece to the sky.

Mind heavy with the frost of abstraction.

II.
The magic jazz, Coltrane couldn’t palm
heaven quick enough to catch faint scents.
Illusions of smoky high C#,
Christ incognito raising kings and queens,
diamond torn against jacks heart,
stranger to the broken pillars of
Philadelphia,
underground change passing thru…
snap to ancient beats,
self propelled forward,
burning traces,
angelic prophets between the barbed wire,
scrawled words, and the crown of thorns
itself.