The Great Divorce

Touch

Brings blood to border

And the fore-

gone conclusion of crackling nerves

Sky and earth bridging instant

Made flesh

Rhythmic breathing

in vita vici volt

Yet ghostly star of morning

I Am

an inward mirrored sphere

What of word?

Twirling reflection promised

Stars

And the gates of binah

Monkey’s paw

Sealed “The draught is death before dying”

Did I read it?

Memory too another ripple in the dancing of the veils

Is there no exit?

One or another

Jean or Paul might know

But rolling thunder whispers

“Silence!

Can’t you feel it?

Unclothed utterance, stillborn god.

No arrow can be loosed by thought”

Repentance, I am told

I fear

Is an act of the heart.

Blood-letting words flow onto the page

“Sad Echo” she crooned

“Until we have faces we cannot sing true”