THE CREATOR THAT WE LOVE Comments

Searching to find a pair of glasses
somewhere on this planet
is exactly like falling for somebody to love forever

As I am walking
lob my neck over
perhaps further along
standing has overtaken departure

I keep talking all the time . . .
A chariot of flesh all the time . . .
I keep talking all the time . . .
Cotton filled co-travellers all the time . . .

How can one learn human speech from a train
until the rails know I am sitting in time
and the coach of artificial minutes
has overtaken me;
I am a function of optic movements
not those muscular frequencies
Mute was the awesomeness of my forefathers
My sheepskin of contemporaneous winters

For years now there's been no sky up there
and for years no sun has shone on us
because we are earthlings
Earthlings
precisely at the address of a worm-ridden lentil
in the galaxy of harvest poundings with whip and apple
oblique planets
And a disabled pregnant being bent over the symmetry of existence

And it is she
The Creator who we are!
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