Out of Cosmogony
(that is, 2 poems from out of the arrangement of things, however fancifully)


The Place of Drones

Should someone set me
Atop
One tower or the other
Of the gate
On the bridge
That is not golden
Save in metaphor

Well
I better be an angel
Delighting in
The lack of restraint
Being so high
And so perilous
A perch

That I could slide
Down the cable
Or merely leap
Into the Lord’s
Good atmosphere
Between the particles
The humans
Tragically
Provide

And is this how
The angels
Who aren’t demons
Do it
Which is
To set themselves high
Or low
To have the better vantages
Scouting for assignments

Maybe the demons
Lie this way as well
With
Or without wings
Sacrificed


Mything Pages

And
Do I have
Anything for you
Today

How about
A word of God
That was a word
In the beginning
To make
Everything
Thus
Setting precedent
For spells
Inside fantastic
Stories
About making smaller
Things
Admittedly
Though wondrous
In eldritch hue
And timing
All the same

That
Someone said
Is the meaning behind miracles
The usual thing
And yet
The timing
Is extraordinary
Is saving
In fact

Of dwarves in trees
Or the royal child
Trapped in
The tower
Before
An evil pretender
With forces
Breaks into
The easily
Barricaded chamber

While such
Are stories
And creation
Is a story
Too

Recalling
That the myth
Is grounded
In the real
And our fantastic tellings
Overdone
Or undertoned
Are actual
When happening
Before becoming
Passages
And chapters


(John 1:1)


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