volatile.
2005-09-17 6:50 p.m.
these pages became formidable some days ago, shaking at me with silver lining kind of promises, off and out of context, the way the bible beginsand then
and then
and then
there was the curse that forced itself out
over the shoulders of long haired women, taught to keep their places
i am a memior of religion, my childhood
breaking its back over simple concepts
celibacy and the saints
jesus and his holy altered
the wrong and right of living
i cast out both my eyes and now
christ and i can speak
only in shifting promises
the constancy of all things with their well written endings
wrapped tight around the shoulders of our fates
predetermined
fiction, all the quotes that came up
when rebirth became a subject, and all our educations based
philosophy and speculation
mathematics as the devine language
i sat elementary, too sluggish to speak
in the simplest of equations
this physical one met its match and doubled over
regrew in new names for numbers
still born as language, elusive
the light that made itself come into being
now uses its sheer strength of force against me.