One of my rare poems, dug up from the archive.
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The jewels of heaven
Are scattered dust,
Our struggling, strutting
Tome of triumph,
A napkin note.
The sum of symphonies,
The corridor of conquest,
The ceaseless creative act of civilizations,
Is not one divine utterance—
For with a word
Light!
I am not a man,
I am a worm,
Declared the Eternal God
As he screamed
And bled
And died:
The Jewel of Heaven
Clothed in dust.
The earth his footstool,
He washed our feet.
Unclean lips, unclean people:
Our bodies: his stain-glassed sanctum.
Jesus save me—
I am Eden.