i run around the edge
of your universe…
bare feet ragged on your
razor's edge
as i peer into the exquisite
black hole of my reality
make your center
the center
of my attention
my untamed affection…
as we speak
i'm huddled in my unlit corner
of the four corners
praying for a little light
some kind of guide
in angel white
who'd hold her hand out to me
in my alabaster dream
lead me, need me, feed me
at this humble eucharist…
let me rest my head
on your shoulder, darling
take a step back
from the nuclear world
that threatens
to contaminate me
and the things
that still, somehow,
remain ultimately pure
like my soul
and your soul
still infants in the whole
prostitution of life
sacrificed
sanctify
my sacrifice
these pristine waters i cry,
that bead and drip
slip down into
this funnel
this uncharted
tunnel
to pierce and pacify
the unblinking eye
of your infinite
all-consuming
maelstrom
- jonah s fenn ca. 1997
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