The brambles gray to clear that the
trees tower in deciduous conclusion
Lay naked amongst the shaved façade of
earthen-imprint
The heathens frolic on the longest-night
peering at the beacon stars
The evergreen puzzle perambulates in
anthropomorphized curves forming legs
Of fractal-talents carving differentials
of punishment hoofing into the dirt
As the lines given microscopic
inspection bear jagged angles of deceit
Not miraculous rounded caress, but
clumsy building blocks of trial and error
In progress so that the immaculate-birth
is all but an overlay
Of an image of a circle over a
contiguous bricked line from always was
In energy of no hand to mold, but
bursting out itself into itself
From the pulse of unstable, of negative
into a positive so that the light
Of a star that would come later out of
the tweaking particles would
In time become the observer and in more
the ground
So in this differential of relativity
the jagged edge becomes visible
In time’s embrace as paternity and maternity
are traded for humility
This seasonal account of revolution to
blanket one set of paragons
With another spoken paradigm and in the
grip winter sits in woven-laughter
At the recollection of warmth coming to
greet spring as tendrils suffer similar geometry
As fertility’s womb is staked real
estate for the bees and the virgins
The asexual nature of holiness bursting
RNA with INRI
Ishtar for Easter cultivation of tilled
soil for permanence in root
Feasting nutrients of parallel bovine
sacrifice to Jupiter into human martyrdom
The sky will be fed tonight and so it is
a talent to be paid tribute
As a Roman is a Roman all be it cannibalism
of grain traded for the roar of a lioness pride
Displayed in coliseum soliloquys of
staged-emulation to act in theatrical martyr politicking
That the plague-winds are wafting in symmetry
of ascribed custom overlaying custom
Of Torah through the moneychangers to
buy the metal for nails used like stitches
From one-ritualistic comfortable attire
to adorn spring-clothing and shed that of winter
So in the angel Gabriel to Muhammad and
the seasons rotate and re-rotate
With the Hubble’s piercing lens seeing
through cloudscapes of circles stacked upon circles
The jagged-line continues as a
meshed-nest giving birth and folding into cinders of ash
Smoking through the folding of a
universe and out again through Planck time
For fresh suns and daughters to brighten
deserts, forests and the vast space in between
Given the darkness the photons bide
their time to allow the observer to peer into the past,
Yet be blind to the present
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