myth took
they
(ubiquitous)
say
someone cannot live inside a fish
for three days
fish
don’t accommodate that way
and
generally
I’d think so
but then there’s Leviathan
who other than big and monstrous is
not given dimensions
or
other aspects
so who knows
maybe myth can do
pretty much anything with anyone
and by
myth I mean
ancient getting at big truth
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(x = space)
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Starts with a Story
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On a hazy
Saturday,
We talk about
The past
Long past
How the human genius
And the genius of creation
All ancient
Partnerships
Ask better of us
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Look at the red curve
In Altimira
I think
An arch that goes much further
Than a count
A quota
Even for life
The lives of
Ancient companions
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Red and black
Lines
So much more than
Counting
That have ancient majesty
A thinking of high places
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Pointed Notre-Dame
Or round Saint Paul’s
May rise in tandem with
Ancient siblinghood
Reasons for the hunt
For the migration
After meals
For living
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For living
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The Dawn of Everything by David Graeber, David Wengrow
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Bison in the cave of Altamira.
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Fairytale Ending
As we read more
Learn more
Or seek the next sensation
We know they ended poorly
Tragically and violent
The ancient tales
Who sanitized them, I don’t know
Not Grimm, maybe Perrault
And Hans Christian Andersen who wrote
His own
Let’s not fault him
The contemporary cleaning crews we know
Let’s not revile
Who doesn’t wish for happy ending
Really, if you could craft your own
If you could have the one
If you could have the promise
That the next day will be better than
The present
While the one you have today is pretty good
Wouldn’t you
I would
I think you would, too
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Liftoff
Late
I’m driving home,
High-beams
Looking out for
Deer whom I
Might then drive
Around
Yellow center
Lines with white
On either side,
Bushes and trees
Farther off still
Line the road,
Marching back
In layers of green
And black that
Make up the
Horizon, too,
Which I see in
Front of me
Then—I hadn’t
Thought of
This—the moon
Rises in my
Direction (that is,
The way I’m
Going) behind
Dark verdure
Rows
Half-disc bright
Red-orange
Startling the
Sleepy countryside
Into becoming,
As if in an
Astral spell, a
Rising plain of
Backlit silhouettes
Sentinel at night
Ascends like
An ancient mother
Ship leaving
The quiet earth
Where it has
Hid, now taking
Its watchkeepers
Home;
Maybe, too,
A matriarchal
Ark as well, bearing
DNA of flora
And fauna,
Gene-tracings
In chromosomes
Of mitochondria
Lifting all toward
Freedom of
The Earth, carrying
Our errant
Molecules through
To what we say
Is outer space:
Passing other
Spheres of cosmic
Condensation,
Asteroids and
Planetoids and
More substantial
Yet nascent
Un-wakened
Denizens of
Rock and fire
Cradles for
Star-making,
Entering nebulae,
The vessel-charge
At last and
With a knowing
Satellite’s prophetic
Discretion,
Diffuses organic
Atoms inside
Entropy-laden
Stellar capacity,
Static potential
Wanting alien
Life
To incite and
Render systems
Viable for carbon
Habitation;
And so
Our lives together
Evolve into
The future of
World-making
Ashen Wednesday
(liturgical need)
You have dirt on your
Forehead, the student says
I wanted you to know so you
Don’t walk around all day
That way
But I had just come from
Church (an early mass), and
Wearing the dirt (the ash)
All day would be our routine
If I had to guess, I’d say the
Room is mostly learner-
Populated with evangelicals
With maybe an honest
Agnostic or two,
In which (for all) formal
Understanding, knowing of
Old church practices would
Not be prominent among or
Within
But any church that survives
In turn gains its own
Orthodoxy,
And we spend time after
Noticing the dirt, talking
About spiritual habits plus
Other rituals
My church is trying this,
Someone observes
Yeah, my church, too, another
Notes
And so together in discovery
It appears—newer evangelical,
Independent communities
Reviving treasured actions
Of the first church,
The one ablaze at Pentecost
Reviving in the church is good:
There is great precedence for
That
And for all of us on this new
Day, we find new ways into
(To share outside)
A faithful, ancient season
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