2 Cor 11: 1
Captured...
raindrops of acid hope
pouring through hollow pipes
to drains of rust.
Waiting...
the drops fall from each frond
chilling a frozen memory
beaches become running waves.
Memories...
stubborn smirks of hidden self
the closest stranger stabs
a broken wall of rubble.
Water...
source of sorrowful dreams
washer of wasted sin
ecstacy of darkened moonpaths.
Friendship...
a hollow deceiver
dancing on broken smiles
hidden in self-decay, denial.
Wonder...
my battered Christ risen
birth through death again
a concrete seed, miracle.
(30 March,1986)
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