God

is not an answer
It is a question

leap

once in the chamber
there is only burning

once past the edge
there is only --

once with the beloved
there is only One

mouthful

beat the drum of the deaf ears
spit into the blind eyes of our age

gathering

stand still
as the clouds gather
let them rise
from beneath your feet
to enclose you

silence

with tied knots i will go to sleep