Geometric Allegory

I n the Forest is the remainder Of the "left behind"orphan child. You must either let straight be straight , or set the infant child up for a rescue. The rescue itself is settled relief. It is possession flanked in the midsection, And now the tent’s wall throws the moon down into fearfulness. Who is watching over the child That inhabits Fearful fear: It is precious and valuable . On Light fires, And mold pours down; the station goes out. Beautiful! Give advice: Appoint, correct, add, let him find suckle. Deposit right! The right hand  A sea-howl... It walks. You brought Forth a boy. Now be able to convict with wine. Do well and stay together. The daytime dove, trumpet provided, knows the throw of thy hand, a hand dry Out of the stream. _________ This broken in-law Is sealed in thought. Keep silent, engraver. Disgrace taunts The Betrothal. Perforate This Net Of Burning wrath. It Flares up: Tremble Wasteland. Dry

And Give it to You (playing a game of tag) ______________________________________________ All the crazy folks Claim that they see messages Hidden in the words. If I cracked a code That showed me another world Am I then crazy? And if I'm crazy It doesn't really matter. Maybe it was real. Maybe I did see The thing they won't believe in. I know what I saw. I tell you this now. God spoke to me one April. He told me the Truth. I never believed In anything religious Until that moment. Then and only then Did I fall down on my knees And recognize God. I wish I could put Into words all that I saw To make me so changed. I wish I could share The experience I had And give it to you.

At the Bottom of 13 I live out here in the deep frozen space.    Here, I'm all Alone,  and I live in my rocket ship.  I'd count all the stars and give them each names, But without any windows, there's nothing to count Except what's erased From my memory. To further the metaphor, I'll say this: I am now like the desecrated grave of Shakespeare. With the head removed from the torso, The disturbed dust becomes our shared curse. Before I forget, I'll tell you my whole story before it folds. After the fold, I will flip and forget all of this. The river Lethe is said to erase all Like the Big Bang did so long ago. Everything that had existed fused together In the cosmic crucible And then spat out with a bang Carrying a blue-print of the forever design.            The flip will erase you.  It will erase me, too. So while I still can, I will tell you all: It's no joke when I say I live in space.