Poem: Ex Cult

 

Ex Cult

 

there was too much pain at the time and

who wouldn’t have wanted to ... 

but

i doubt doubt 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 and

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, the man's embrace,

soft as a web, strong as a lasso.

it was what his touch was so much 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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10/26 ... eds to organize and flow