Communion
Ambiguity adds another layer.
Slice into a fresh made day.
Take. Eat.
You know who you are.
Three are forward, sterile.
Fourth perspective shows a liquid light.
Take it. Drink it.
Let it fill you.
Admit partial reconciliation.
Use a symbol: the stinking rose.
Secret weapon against blood-letting.
Still no admission to this close.
I am no missionary.
Think what you want.
………………………
To the righteous
With a stiff neck
we praise you
oh God.
Starting from one place
all man’s exhausting variations
twist and collide.
With only a slight motion to one side
we would see everyone
in the mirror.
Mangled nervous cords
might unbend
joyously align.
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