06.20.2006

This Was Said over Not Coffee, Not Cigarette, Not Dinner, Not…

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ME: Your hair wet,
& your church
As natural to the


landscape
as   human dung.
Since dinosaurs,


but more immune
to ice-age & other
primordial editors


of yore.
But then you saw
a church built here.


At 1 st   :   stakes, string,
skeletal-blobs
of outlines


ambiguous as shadow
or fetus.
Then : basement, frame,


skin, sound —
the structure becometh-ing
an architectural


scarecrow, guts of
fibrous Self
insulating the structure


to form, to
mythical-importance —
Or a glove- puppet,


each finger animating its
Singular prayer.




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Nowadays, you even
drive your church
looking for THE


CHURCH.  For you alone       are
equivalent to cops
who seek   laws broken


as windows. For you alone are equivalent
to your confession:
The minor church
growing into you,


subtle as bone.




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James Robinson (© 2006)