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“IF we are each created in His image,
how glorious is the diversity of our deities,
each of us a tiny drop of paint on a tableau
of a small planet, insignificant but
uniquely beautiful intelligent species of godlike creatures,
“deities~human”

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wise enough to know mine philosophical shortcomings,
for they are many,
insufficient wisdom, more than sufficient laziness,
but sometimes even the *o b v i o u s
strikes a rhyming chord,
even so, delving into God’s image
is for the foolhardy,
ergo ipso facto,
I am that,
that fool

but the boundaries of common sense poetry,
offer healthy delimitations,
and as rhe day wanes, eyes go blurry,
I am content to laurels~rest:

I do not count the times,
I’ve called out my beseeching deities,
I do not count the numbers of names,
we have designated and available for them,
or how many I’ve employed, and which replied
or the varied shapes they assumed,
to get my attention,

but this is a poem,
cannot leave you hanging,
if you paid your dues for joining me this far:
the due is due you:


them
(their ONLY pronoun),
keep their answers
short and oft inexplicable,
yet strangely satisfying,
for being a deity
they employ common sense,
and the answers frequently found
on a list of Frequently Answered Questions (FAQ‘s)

the most common response,

“but you already knew that!”

It felt like going in the middle of ocean on a sailboat with no guide.

4-24-22

Watching you wait
Tanned from the sun
Your glistening glow
On your week grown dark shadow
In your hot white shirt
Almost too hot to touch
Sitting on a Santorini wall
Your piercing dark features
Looking for me
Waiting for me
While I watch you

Every time
You look
Into the mirror
You will traverse as
An evolving mystery

Own that

Else look again

When the soul of an artist
Rips apart
Never will they embrace insanity

Simply
They extend the wound
To the depth
Scratch it daily to make it raw
Poke it often to keep it fresh
Let it bleed
And feel the pain
They repeat the cycle
And get addicted to it

And at the right time
They blend it vividly
Nurturing it with memory
Crafting with precision
To the abstract, from the scrap
Giving life to it
As a reminder
Still
Sincerely admire from afar
And reflect
A light of their own

And so much more....