I under-slept or over-woke
my dreams obskewered by the spokes of this cycle
The holy spirit spiraled through the smoke of a pentecostal flame
Veiling my train of thought with moisture wrought from bridal showers
Engaged in conversation with lily pads and lotus flowers
They said "Walk across the water
Before this river sticks or you end up covered in blood, stuck to a crucifix"
So speak in tongues and say at once
In sickness and in health
Cause Santa's home is sinking
Quickly as the icecaps melt
Will these words be felt
through the fabric of space time?
Armed with forbidden fruit
We are shoots from the same vine
Don't discard the rind
It adds some zest to life
The messiah and the shekinah beckon you tonight to light the way for those astray
so they may claim eternity
I can never resist a virgin poem, I like to be first.
You take a might fine poke at traditions and beliefs here, one I would have taken also had I thought of it.
and your range is stunning because you somehow make us believe these things are related, which they aren't
it's been said that creativity is can be deemed ingenous when
unrelated elements are well manipulated in the same work
and the guess between a morning stupor and gaining one's mind, every day the problems that seem to be created by these same ideas hit my waves too
thank god we can write, and we do
you need to do something with this one Dave it's very straight ahead and I like it.
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