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Sunday, October 27, 2019

Triptych

The Holy Spirit moved across the earth, across the waters and through the ether. That was about all he could manage. It had been a tough assignment.

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the Virgin Mary sleeps tonight. She had no memory of the previous day nor had any flashbacks (yet).

Having done his "job" he moves on and does other things. He does not have a robust span of attention it seems. Eyes all seeing, ears all hearing and a dark brown voice with a contemporary  Middle Eastern tone to it.


Tuesday, October 08, 2019

Without thinking


Walking down the sides of tall buildings
In a single bound
Faster than speed
Darker than a bullet
The dawning of the age
As a spider moves across a wall

Yonder snow capped peaks can't speak

Before yesterday was another day
There always was tomorrow
It brought comic strips and impossibility
Very straight lines and talk
Noiseless words describing noise

Where the buffalo roamed

We imported that other culture
Misappropriated it and all their deeds
Killed the hostages and bought fresh slaves
Piled gold into limousines
And planned a better future

All without thinking about what we were actually doing.