Tuesday
Feb172009
The contents of my head
Tuesday, February 17, 2009 at 03:33AM Where do they stop and start,
the contents of my head?
How do they flow in and out?
Through holes, like rain,
through bone, like waves?
Perhaps they huddle,
desolate in an upper room,
grieving disciples,
waiting for Jesus to come among them
and usher them smiling out,
fresh, blinded, stumbling
into the testing world
where they might be weak,
might fail, or die,
burn under a hostile glass,
or melt or crack ice
with their infant fingers of purple flame,
watering the ground.
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