I still don’t know if Jesus was the dog or Jesus
See Jesus doesn’t make himself
Apparent like I might have thought he would’ve
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I followed the shimmer far down a road I still haven’t found the ending to.
I got to Heaven and I won’t believe it
’Cause nobody in Heaven’s gonna make
A fool of me
How a fuchsia blouse becomesbougainvillea, ora pair of greyhounds staggersinto abstraction, zigzag
Primitive angiosperm, genus prior even to bees,
When the fledgling fell from its nest, by meager attempt,by pinwheel descent,and lay, unguarded,
Famously late, light reaches useons past its own extinction,
Vendors approaching men withwomen, holding out a solo rose, long-stemmed
Early mystery,out of what century
The lithograph hangsimmaculate, while the chestbeneath it gleams.