I.  Disquiet

The intangible art of
       hiding behind curses and             the
impractical urges
  of the soul are somehow
said to fend off Satan          himself.
Do you accuse me?
    Am I your adversary,
you mole, you grave-robber!

I remember, now,
              a diamond
              in a haystack
                                    and wonder at
my own void,
  beholding the inescapable warnings:
a broken hip,
a bruised thigh;
and my own sacrifice
/could the dullness outweigh
        obedience?\

Something is stirring within
the midst of our own
                        self-aborbed Pentecost;
the frustration and the straining
must not live!

II. Unearthed

The question, then, lies in
             the rather dead than insincere
musings of the everlasting
                         community of intervention.
We pray boldly, they
                        pray;   rather alive than
          mistaken or deceived.  Can we not commune
within the borders of
                       self[less]worship?  
The self, it seems, is not
so bold.

Would John Wesley write a requiem
                         for misdirected discipline, or
are we constantly
  mistaken
for
a    thorn
  in
his                       side?

I do not know any            more
   where   i         and                  [than my fathers]
                 end
                                  you
begin;  Where  we let off,
                    is there entry?  To the them?

The answer, then, is
                         that purple sea we
          were meant to cross [the waves mixed with
                                                you in my bloodstream];
I will walk the land with you,
                              as we did before history.

III.  always untitled

We are now beyond the formalities,
love, of why
and how, yet daily I stress
the function of the who
you are  
           not
just
       a
role
         to me and
I,
          other,
am hardly lacking in
my place.

We worship daily, and wouldn't Jesus
            perform alongside the
ecclesiastical Deuteronomium we
     shall consume in the mornings should
we invite him to our mourning?

Sigh as you press your
             cheek into my waist,
      love, because
it is only within
                    our understanding
            of who we are
          not
that we may find
          eternity.