Treasure Island

Warren Falcon

(04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Brief Prayer After Viewing Grunewald's 'Isenheim Christ'


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'Genuine knowing begins when sentimentality no longer bars the way.'
-Eugene Monick



I, too, have hung

on a cross, my own,

but nonetheless everyone's,

too often disowned,

denied,

decried as untrue,

unnecessary, that

there is no Adversary,

only Light,

that overbearing Rightness

which never

leaves room

for me.



I only know

that deep night,

that way beyond sentimentality,

that way over and beyond 'the Path'

into the thicket, the swamp


where the god of gators waits,

submerged, calling to me to

step less lightly upon the world.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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