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Listen to the spoken word track (with bass and flute) here. If your body, sungthru riddled and sticky, demanded rechristening for old time’s taste, down I’d go divebombin straight to and through the Source— a treebranch’s wellhung honeycomb totem, ridged bulb … Continue reading
Psychically dismembered since birth, Grace walked her palms to her feet, and prayed that everything lost, in between, would return ritually transfigured.
Fasting on remedial prayers, hunger flinting the strike of peerless light at tunnel’s end.
The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.
Fantail of spraylight, touching upon gray matter– stones gather to pray.
Fasten your leanest prayers to the sweater-sleeves of a woman matching vespers to nocturnes with the grace of a pagan priestess no pulpit needed.
Hands reach, instinctively, because they understand what the mind’s fixed gears are sometimes too tight or slow to grasp: the necessity of shrinking distance through first contact, the dream-life of prayers.
Bracing the slide angle, where powerlessness begets a rim, a fingerhold at best. We play on, ordering encrypted light on dark notes, braving blights and chronic fade, we bless, jointly, by shudder and pale, with gospel caulking the sudden seams.
So much light poured in, so much passive worth.