*

 

Altar pieces a bit will nill pell mell, much like Olmpus I

gather, even Sanai once if the smoke ever clears, the

scrambled competition picked up renewed-and-vicious-pace

apace, still kicks on even into po-mo (postmodern) 

mantlepiece here, mine, shards of once was/still is deity, 

fingers pointing to the moon, never to what's behind it

which is where deity true probably lives-at least-as-Idea-or-ID, 

or better, leading to 'don't know' but makes a funny feeling, 

even sick, fearful in the gut for

 

 

and one knows something wholly other than self, even

what is known so familiarly, daily/nightly totems staring

one down, insisting, what? something beyond eye or thigh 

the weight that Forever really is or we feel it is, the bone

feel, that ever so slow curve calcium makes down, down, 

years of it sinking and then we wonder our own being  

rumors of thunder on a distant mountain, fire there, (we

are) stutterers pegged for big revelations, special effects

of parting waters, walking sticks into serpents, bread rain, 

and on and on, and somewhere we remember we ought to

altar so we finally do even if it's the first and last and only

one of the heart, but not only that but the aged body parts

once so primary, the sagging breast, the sinking balls, 

withered skin there and everywhere mere parchment now

and (how?) we may then finally wonder about the religion

of the Word, what gets written where once and often on 

stone then eventually vellum/skin, the bark too in treed

lands, the one a Shining Stranger (perhaps one of many)

bent low and writ with his finger in the dirt, but the word 

in the end may us an altar make as hearing fades and the 

tongue thinks only water, "can one control 'is tongue"
tis Biblical, the question's answer's itself a riddle -

[
   never, or rarely
   like my mother dieing, 

               
   What's this all about?

                                ]
 

as if she or any of us can really decide that but will's a

holy thing, asserts even in the face of obstinate Absolute

that other-than is also truth and down to a woman and man

 

                            we get to argue, 

 

                                 "I decide"

 

 

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