Poem: Ex Cult

 

Ex Cult

 

there was too much pain at the time and

who wouldn’t have wanted to

but

i doubt i doubt i doubt

i or anyone could have,

or that there were lessons in the lessons

or any other way to get so great.

to worship

was to go into a pool that was a loop,

the deeper the shallower,

the more the need to swim not to drown;

but no one was,

except what they needed to believe.

everyone drank the hug, his embrace

as soft as a web as strong as a lasso.

it was what his touch was all about,

what his words predicated,

until it got harder and harder

to find the pulse

of the innocence of the flight

of the transcendent angel,

always running running

as taken as a rabbit.

 

 

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