Poem: Swallow a Camel

 

Swallow a Camel

 

god warped a knothole

while sitting in a nebula, disguised it

as the face of an owl who ferries us;

for we are mice

threading icicles which pierce sunflowers

and vines laden with grapes of tomorrows

bursting into rain,

blossoms of leapfrogging flips,

heat and hurt and cold and laughter,

seasons of eggs and graves and sorrows;

for we are mice who eat ants

and grow their hives into our havens,

where we hide and toil in dull deceitful brutal games;

and we never find the sweet truth, for we are mice,

that beauty costs nothing:

joy wrote love into the fabric of things.

 

for we are mice,

and the owl is what we feed.

 

 

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'you have filtered the gnat and swallowed a camel'