Articles/Essays – Volume 50, No. 4
At Least
1.
god enters the man & the man
gets delirious
I lie down on my shadow
(the dry riverbed
leaves a trail through)
as god lies down on me
a delirium
some call knowing
like standing in the weather
which is what the weather is
2.
a red blanket for anarchy
a window for what
god is not
perceived but
perceived with
the sun gleams down
from its blue tower
a vase of fatigued flowers
more and more these days
the light finds
only parts of me
3.
is that lightning briefly
lighting up the field’s field
enough to prove
myself in myself lured
as close as I’ve come
to knowing to the touch
god is a feeling I get
just before
falling asleep
a nothingness more real
than nothing else