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I wrestle with god as Jacob wrestled
And I shout with the pain of the unknown
I am but a new cripple bearing scars
And the savior only nods as he hangs from a cross

I see angels ascending the golden steps
And I sleep here on this rock and toss restless earth
I see heaven quake like a fist in the stars
And the world was wounded, sky contused as a storm

I see not who I grapple but I tangle the clamor
And the agony rests in my throat like a sleeping snake
I feel a wet sorrow rise from my gaze
And the eyes of Christ do not return it

There is a hole in my heart and gold in my heart
And the glimmer falls constant to the pit
I coil every thread through the damp of my flesh
And reform, repair what is breaking and broken

silva

i mark the entrance of the water
where the foliage sweeps the stream
deep hum, siren, and a thousand hovering breaths
keep this time with me, rouse the
growth of the green
no black eye dares the light, a
wooded fever glistens like fire
against the deep void
i pressed my thumb into the bark and
felt a spill
grazed my knuckles to the grain and
swarmed electric to the touch

resurrection avenue

the body floats
hollow and hallowed
in the brassy sun.
a sidewalk drifter, a
velveteen casket emptied
and wrung. where is death?
the body would not know.
the insides are plucked of light and they
move like strings. i can play my bones like
a lumbering chord, i sing the
blood that moves me. and looking as a
bungled blemish, i lower the bow and
pull to the ache. o' stumbled breath, o'
silence i singe, lay no flowers on my grave.
witness only the shaking of trees and the
kindness of leaves. and after the mountain's mirage,
i, injured of thomas' remorse, resurrect within a shipwreck,
calling on the prophet and the pain.

, union,

holding your hand is a
practice of symphony
i form my fingers around
your hollow spaces
point to a measure and
begin the note

still a symphony is a
practice of waiting
each interval and chord
i halt, anticipate, count and feel
my way around the score

what more, observe the timbre
mind the tone and paint musically a color
as if we touch ripple to ripple
climax and resolve

wait for me while i rest
both suspended in a scale until
we fall back into ourselves

loving you is a song
rehearse, repeat, prepare, pursue

and i've lost my heart to you

,

i have settled in a
beyond sunset, soon is
now and i
can see the cloud waking where
the light rides upon it
dust shaking in the sunray dusk
i, unfettered by the motion