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Mother Superior Marries a Millefeuille Muse

Mother Superior Marries a Millefeuille Muse Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We do not have an image of her with Her smile.  Perhaps this fact, sum zero fact, Has driven her vast anchoress-scene myth....

The Operative Sacred Language

The Operative Sacred Language Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When God is speaking, it is like a stream Of rubies, pearls and emeralds spreading wide Beneath his crystal sea, its bed agleam With spirit...

Unknown Hills

Unknown Hills Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem For Marsyas The many nameless hills around the world Remain unknown to almost everyone, Remain unnamed when spiritually swirled With haar and mist as if the...

Temple

          Temple Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The purpose of a temple is to hide The god.  It does this by its splendor, height And ogival stone arches.  These forms guide The eyes away from spirit. ...

A Trinity

            A Trinity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem This Savior has three penis heads above The cloth wrapped round his crotch and hidden hips. We wonder what exactly was the love He died for.  Was it...

His Shroud on the Mountains

His Shroud on the Mountains Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary po His shroud, the mountain mist, is white as he In glory by the Throne of God.  Below, Beside the crossroads, passersby can see Him high and lifted...

Ever Old the Spring, Ever New the Spring

Ever Old the Spring, Ever New the Spring Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Spring is when the oldest meanings all become The ever new, are ever new because They will not be destroyed.  The winter, numb With...

Not Exactly Hypatia

Not Exactly Hypatia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem She struck him as a woman lacking thought, At least no semblance of a thought that she Originated.  Taking what she ought To think, she sometimes tried...