late night missal
i have heard it said
that all is in the text
and surely the essence
is there, the perspective
the mood, hermeneutic
i know though that words
though replete with echo
with instances, with irony
are but the rib of us
they mark us, and others
they scream to us of strata
bequeath only stigmata
these bruises of ecstacy
the wherewithal to love
the summoning, pleading
its all there in the glossolalia
tonight i have few signals
fewer now because
i have set some on stone
remember those
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