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Nicene Intention

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Nicene Intention

(universal method)

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God is God

And God becomes

Human

And as God and

Human

May serve as the

Mediator

Both in between

And on both sides

A sacrificing

(needn’t be done)

Remarkable

Negotiating strategy

To be in the middle

Also moving

Through each side

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It’s real

It’s blood-won

It involves an intimate

Awareness of

Divinity and

The temporal through sin

And loving everyone

Inside everyone

Bring to bear

Reconciliation to the table

All parties

With a nod

That meant

I died for this

For you

For everyone

And everything

On sides

And at this table

One way or another

Now

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Call it an altar

Or a cairn

A memorial

A space

That existed with all spaces

Before Sarah

Before Abraham

Before Buddha

Or Mohammed

(bless the name

and bless all names

approved)

And we have much to do

Then and now

Though now

For the mortal side

Is fair

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Earth shall be fair

As a result of this

Mortal and divine

Working out

What is good

What is victory

What shall be the means

To believe in

And proceed from there

Toward Earth and us

In paradise

In time

Now

Then tomorrow

Breaking time

In fact

So that we have primal

And evermore

Perfection

With all wonders

Wonderful things to do

Each moment

That bears

And shall express

Forever

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By Gosh

(x = space)

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By Gosh

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God

Sorry

God

You’re not sorry

In this way

I am

And I presume upon

Your

Intimateness

I seek your pardon and

Too often act

Assuming it

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There is your mercy

For intention

And grace

For your means

And these are bestowed

Free of us

Our institutions

Our intentions

All of them

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What we might do

Or think

And shall you always love us

Yes

You will

We are nothing new

And always new

Oldly

And newly

You forgive us

Even direct us away

And it helps

When we cooperate

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Forgive us now

Forgive me now

Your will be done

And all or ours

Somehow

Beyond our doctrine

And the statements of our creeds

We need them

They compass-point us

We need you more

Who are

The magnetism

Earth and sky

And everything

That follows you

For being made

And not for looking

For you

For they know

You’re there

And frankly

You are here

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We have to know

We have the will

That took us out of Eden

In the way

Of will

As we shall have it

And while the evidence

Mortally is lousy

Still

We come to believe

With everything

We are

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Wow

A paradox of understanding

And enactment

Fortunately

There are the words

And there is revelation

In the words

And truth worth following

Unto the last

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But wishing

Wishing

We could have more

We could meet you

And you’d take us

Hand in hand

As metaphor

More like cell to cell

For real

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What is real

What is truth

You are both

You give us both

And more

And should we be

Grateful

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For all we know

And must sigh into

What we don’t

And let that be all right

It is faith

After all

By definition

And by will

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And how do you want us

But by will

Without the concrete obligations

In our love

But our love

With the best evidence we have

Or more important

Anyway

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Halfway Home

(x = space)

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Halfway Home

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The sacrifice

Of your shed blood

He said

On our behalf

In prayer

His words the surrogates

A shadow

Of the death itself

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Horribly

A bleeding body

Shed of its spirit

At the last

A life too pure

A sacrifice

For us

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Yet there it was

In expiation

Half redemption

For our sins

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The weight of everything

That hates

Crushing his body down

Pushing out his spirit

On to Hades

Or Valhalla

To Gehenna

Or to Sheol

As it’s understood

To name it

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Half the promise

The brutal

Ugly

Barbarous part

Complete

And it is over

He said it was finished

Maybe it is

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Late Human Summer

(x = space)

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Late Human Summer

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The alphabet of storms

Goes on

Blows on

When the alphabet is done

I wonder

If we add prime marks

To letters

Going back to A again

(with prime)

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The sun is out

We’re getting a heatwave

Because we’re bad

No

Only because

(the only reason is because

though

yes

as a species

we may take blame

for vicissitudes

in climate)

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Other things have happened

In the night

The hours between day and day

I enjoyed the company of

Friends

And so was lucky

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I was not on either side

Of war

There was no explosion

Not even verbal

‘Cause we like each other

And otherwise would disrupt

The ritual

Like dropping wine

Or leaving bread crumbs out

In Communion

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Not that things don’t happen

‘Cause they do

I get The Daily News

And should read to know

Who has killed whom

In shockingly

Petty ways

That had treated victims

As sponges

Softly receiving weapon plunges

Or shots

Sometimes by ghost guns

Now that we have

Ghosts for guns

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But I’ve only been up

For a while

And haven’t been in touch

With the world

Which will change soon

Or I could take the day off

From the rest

Of us

Except for you

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Spice Friday on Spice World

(x = space)

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Spice Friday on Spice World

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I don’t know

My stomach is upset

It nearly always seems to be

These days

It’s gas

I’m told

It’s indigestion

For a cause

Since all the medications

Have their way

And I’m disappointed

I like spicy food

Unsalted

But with inventive

Other things

To try

Except for now

How to navigate

With all the troubled fluids

Troubling waves

Inside me now

And I sigh

Not old age so much

As chemicals

Which might ameliorate

Inside the mind

And the heartful parts of me

But you know

I’d rather have

The spices

As would

Spice girls

And boys

And boys to men

And women who

Stay in

Get out

(abstract or real)

Of the kitchen

Kitsch association

To avoid

Unsuccessfully

The pain

Bring on the spices

And the herbs

Ow

And is this too Prufrockian

Should anybody care

Who is not me

But you might

Associate

Take out my problems

Fill them in

With your own

I won’t mind

For I think

This is how we read

Inexorably

And well

(ow)

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Draft Day without the NFL

(x = space)

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Draft Day without the NFL

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I can’t find anything acceptable

Above

You know I mean my manuscripts

Don’t you

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I’m trying

And I try myself

To write without the thought

The king pines for

And doesn’t have

To send his words to heaven

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My I should borrow

Boudica’s war cry

If not

The rebel yell

Or simply howl

Like wolves

And you know

Ginsberg

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Or dive into the wreck

With Rich

Anthologized

With Aunt Jennifer

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While watching episodes

In which

The inspector always fall

For someone ingenue

Yet capable

Each time

Every hour

Even in cast changes

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Do we get the devices

Or is this the sponsor’s guess

About our

Expectations

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Like the result

In the surveys of

Romance readers

Who require

It turns out

Set things for happy reading

Bodice-ripping by page 80

Some such

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And there is happiness in this

And they buy books and

Configure ratings

While I have nothing

To select

From selections

No satisfaction from the drafting

Of the several things above

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Are they on wings

Perhaps

Above what is above

A teasing presence

Not meant

To be

And not in fact

I’m simply frustrated

I haven’t invented

Iliads and odysseys

Today

Not yet

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Ask a saint

Pray on the splinter

Of a bone

Or ask the Lord

Herself

To have a angel

Whisper

Wait

That would be cheating

It would be

Yes

I don’t have to ask

I ask

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Around

(x = space)

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Around

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I keep thinking of God

By that spring

Of water

That typically looks blue

Though sometimes clear

Showing all the

Pristine things below

Rocks and fish

You know

The lying and the creeping things

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God offers

Some to share

For thirst requires

First attention

There is no speaking

There is no clear thinking

‘Til the molecules

Have

Cool and oxygen

Through water

Then we may talk

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God looks a person there

And still

What might I

I

Have to say

To God?

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There is no altar

For obeisance

And a sacrifice

No worship

As there is no priest or choir

Anyway

Nothing of a temple

Or a church

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It is we two

A spring

A living tree looks over

Green and perfect flowers

I wonder

How long I might be there

Sit there

(slaked)

Trying out one script and then other

Out of my head

Over my tongue

And yet hello

Croaked upon arrival

Before drinking

Is on the line

And nothing over

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God will speak

Of course

To say the perfect thing

To try my tears

Now that I have water inside

Or press joy

Upon the mind

Maybe to evoke

Those kinds of tears

The happiness

Companionship

A now

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And I cannot worry

About how long

There is a forever

In this moment

And what might come after

Is conditional

Subjunctive

Doubts that do not matter

Suponemos

(we suppose)

Suponíamos

Supondríamos

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I should not wonder

For in this encounter

Is enough

Is wonder

For eternity

All I can bear

There

And now

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God

Does this

There is your own place

That might be the same

And there might be numbers

One

Two

Five thousand needing food

Two upon a cross

Or all the slaves crucified

For wanting to believe

We can be free

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All shall come

All shall arrive

God shall welcome

With cool water

And-or

Whatever might be needed

A nosh

A deck of cards

(for Rook)

Play

Play for work

And then to let them go

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The stream

Or what we need

For this place

Remains

A place to meet the Lord

Where the Lord is always waiting

(angels attending)

‘Til we come ‘round

Whatever has been bending us

From clarity

Eternity

A drink with God

Some words

Enough to save

To secure what we have believed

Or identify what we have not

To keep the good

Let go the rest

As service to the Lord

And the peaceful

The dynamic

Plains and courts

Skies and outer space

Transomed

With transparent streets

To clarity

The dark let go

Except in perfect shadows

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All of which to say

We meet the Lord

Or don’t

But there is waiting for us

And it’s delight

In faith

And comfort for the ragged

Parts

From life

From confusion

By the barbarous

Now we turn

Now here we are

Hello

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Kg

(x = space)

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Kg

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Everyone has

Secrets

I suppose

Given time

I have mine

They feel lonely

Though I imagine

There are always

Other people

At least

The other ones

Affected

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But it feels lonely

All the same

And even though

They might

Go back

They feel aged

As if I could only

Have such things

When I

Am old

Or as any

Age this way

With more time

For wondering

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The circumstances

Have passed

Mostly long ago

And that’s something

Maybe an ingredient

For

A recipe

For eating isolation

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Enticed

To tell

Is an easier thing

To forego

Some weariness

In life

Makes it so

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That I

Don’t want to

Realize the energy

And

All the pain up high

Again

And then

As it drops through

Me

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Maybe

Rolling then

Sliding

To the deep and

As you know

The darker parts

Of Freudian-

Or Jungian-

Chemicaled water

To push through

Or tread

In bouts

For endurance

Again

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I will say this

That

When reminded

What I carry

That I could lose

All secrets

In the light

And lose

All these

Damnable burdens

Sounds pretty good

Sounds pretty

Light

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2 poems—a dragon and the presence of the Lord

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2 poems—a dragon and the presence of the Lord

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A Dragon Calls

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Sigh

A dragon calls

With a harness

For a human

And a land

To fly me to

Or bring me back

As I might choose

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Thank you

Dragon

I’m sorry if I can’t

Pronounce your name

Though I think it time

To say yes

And fly away

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A wizard might arrive

With a great horse

On the porch

Though that is the final story

For another day

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In the Presence of the Lord

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I’m thinking spiritual

The presence is

Well

Everywhere

I’d like to think

Imbued in everything

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But after making

And our due to credit

The rock does not have you in it

Though the storm

However much we feel

The preternatural push

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I might find you

In the molecule

Or on the comet

Inside Leviathan

Or in the upholstery

Of the seat

Next to mine

On the plane

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But that’s because

You are in my own

And everyone’s

You make it

And your own it

And you lend it

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And inside the nucleus

You are there

In each one

You are there

Not a pantheistic impulse

But to say here’s love

In each particle

Sub-particle

Don’t miss it

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