Saturday, November 10, 2007

Lost Religion

It wells up inside you.

The silver kaleidoscope
(mistaken for a telescope)
on the grass beneath the tree.

Where have you left your sacred?

Galileo pulling
a chain of endless rings.

Donations offered
at the oddest moments.

The random turtle,
chiropractic, rearticulating
your limbs.

Even the canopy bleeds.

Shafts of feathers (cardinal),
Near the body,
an unexpected shade of gray.


Elsewhere, the mica fireplace
(perfect cleavage),
the for-construction bid.

The issue is the ceiling height.

The clouded area

often alluded to.

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