Geometric Allegory

The Children of Kenaz  ____________________________________________  The molds of language formed into shapes,  And the geocentric “to be” said “BE”  And it was.  He is the captain  And he has commanded in the land of history  Every era that is associated  With "has been" and "will be."  The Children of Kenaz formed  A branch of Calebites,  And as a clan  They rendered something as if of thought.  The thought writes the world around us,  And these same thoughts people this little world,  But this has not yet been explained.  The message of reason is already formed and born.  The message and object is recorded  For all who would be concerned.  But brace yourself.  Thunder (like a clap of conversation) will burst,  But they have no choice in that.  They are so asleep…  Completely avoid them.  Before, language was impossible,  So they reached out in social movements  And provided the barest outlines,  But they were simply outlines.  He will resume his natural dignity 

You see before you a series of words,  Each word being pulled from the fire and  Then hammered like totemism into a new shape:  This was the author’s objective.  cl ngcl cn... (Nobody else has figured it out?) c kxtan dtx. gx. ngcl .gxs, ngcth .xmdl (How many billions of ants?) cn cl ;t vzlck, kx.t d,byx;mk (How many marks tallied the shoreline?)     Formed from letters, the words themselves could unlock the message,  And the goal was to trace the origin of language,  To find what existed in the beginning  Before it was conquered and commanded  And shaped into  immovable type and text. g;l ;tbxt, ,sl, jchvm,k ngcl xvn - /v,lncxt r;md (I saw a movie made by an amatuer) ;tbgx. ng, r;csr;t fvln ngm,. ; z;id;h, xu,m ng, j,ti, (How do you spell amatuer?  Keep them on their towes and mispell it!  You can't cast a mis-spell." ;tk c j,,s scd, c ;r hxcth nx kc,w   In fields they gathered the fragmented scraps of smelted iron  From among the archaeological artifacts in the Ancient Near

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I sit in the garden and watch The bees buzz from flower to flower. I know them as angels,  As little specks of yellow fuzz-and-stingers  Carrying the magic pixie-dust  Needed to keep the world alive.  The bees are, in my mind, great alchemists  Mixing different pollens To create new fruits.  I too am on an errand for my Father, And a collection of cosmic space dust Clings to my knees. I bring Him pollen so that he might have  What he needs.  It is not uncommon for some of those fuzzy angels  To stumble and falter at my feet.  I watch the dying bees  Labor and breathe And flicker and fade.  Always I wonder what was my role in this?  Should I sit back and watch the scene unfold,  All while doing nothing? ' Do the bees have a right to their own death?  Did they own the suffering, the lameness, the asphyxiation?   Or, since falling prostrate at my feet,  Do they want the ultimate mercy?  Perhaps there is no answer,  But I step on bees.   The design shapes us into what we will become,