The grass rises wild,
flowers blasting
from the poets grave but
He did dream of cosmos fishermen
and is casting.

I guess Jesus ventured so we’d have skin.
A difference between water and benevolence
I love the urge to defy a God
who wills such resistance to the fog
Of time, Pump Gypsies, folded trachea, funeral attendees
and the cloveture between of all
Raindrops in the Andelluvian sea.
Time and People dissolving the I Believe.

My thumbnail broke off and the
Shopkeeper goes to work fashioning another one
From Time and wood, splinters and Bone
Someone somewhere has the original schematics
Whilst committees render improvements and hone
what the Dead would call addiction.
Amazing my molecules aren’t tired of me now,
Worry pooling from the friction.

Dip your face in universe until it’s nothing but  teeth and cheeks then hang it back for the reaction
“He’s all grown up and Knows”
It’s God giving Her only forgotten son
In the caliber of a Rose

soul:
(((Heart)448,000mph (speed of solar system))ht)(F)/
(G(m1m2/(r)2)(G≠ God))
or Ocean.



ht - Heartbeats/hour
F - Friction
G - Gravitational force
m1 - mass of object 1
m2 - mass of object 2
r - distance between centers of the known

Dip your face in universe until it’s nothing but  teeth and cheeks then hang it back for the reaction
“He’s all grown up and Knows”
It’s God giving Her only forgotten son
In the caliber of a Rose

soul:
(((Heart)448,000mph (speed of solar system))ht)(F)/
(G(m1m2/(r)2)(G≠ God))
or Ocean.



ht - Heartbeats/hour
F - Friction
G - Gravitational force
m1 - mass of object 1
m2 - mass of object 2
r - distance between centers of the known

Took a photo of Jupiter through my telescope
And it’s moons
And I showed it to friends and they knew of it
A portrait photo of family in some Sunday afternoon
When the world was childhood and creatures brewed

Too deep now to hold my breath to

In the curl of my hands there are
pockets of skin, matter with no more
care to matter but to grasp at straws.  
Other useless, leftover matter peels on a stomping heel or bends the heart in melancholy and forms new flower bulbs in the brain.
And the Rain.  God is Rain which
rhymes with pain.  
And the tortuous “Again”.