the foggy
the start of
the opening of
the blindness was never like a tunnel you could almost
escape--it was a mediocre vision.
Seeing the fog, knowing the fog, talking openly, honestly about the fog--
I was situated in the blindness and writing songs about the fog.
It had been a long time since the trouble started.
the wind
Always trying to find synonyms for near-sightedness:
spiting the forest to see only wholly unconnected
trees. Take this one
fine and reaching truth—its trunk hiked the sky
until clouds exaggerated its arms until
the tree was lost in mist and then mystical. Some saw this
happen/maybe they weren't even there/sure but still felt
something happened possibly. Okay. Fine,
though later the tree-high truth of this maybe was still moving at me.
grace
He was in white
laying flat on a slate
being lifted up into the light.
God had said hey!
(Abraham thought) I think I want
you (to kill this bird)!
Unfortunately for Kid A
the old man had already drank the koolaid.
Hey there little Isaac,
its not just you. God made my
daddy a schizophrenic too.
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