Its rabid rabid rabid
The habit and the sermon
The garb and the grabbing
the mirror and the greenlight
the window too the sly glances
and the sidewards eyes
skimming the top on earthly ties
and hacking at the roots night
and day to free up space
tinder and beams to
warm, light, provide
volumes, bales, reams and
shelter musty clothes in rusty trunks
preserve words, clues, histories
viable mysteries marinated in credulity
the house the body the attic of the mind
living one life and dying in the same
ignores that eventuality and claims
the clothes, the style, the opinion
are all personal, signature, souvenir
and unredeemed by the union of souls
the individual plays the universal role
sturm und drang
Cannot be
Has not been
Will not be
Sustained
Wait a second
Tie a knot and
stretch forth on
a wild goose chase
an excellent cook
of chicken that
come home to roost
says pinudas rancour hides
what love divides
it is a deeper pain
cast in a well of shame
and sinning once
all over again
grinding the pestle
into a paste of guilt
on the mortar of blame
lord protect the flock
from dubious vales
and lead them into one
that has in its heart
a clear blue lake
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