A MISSAL LIKE A BONE

 Link by link
I can disown
no link.
(R.
 Duncan)
I search the passage
someone sends
& find a missal
like a bone.

My hands are white with sweat.

I lay my burden down
the ground below me
shrinking.

The more my fingers ply
these keys the more
words daunt me.

I am what a haunt
averts, what you who once
spoke from my dream
no longer tell.

The book is paradise.

An odor is a clue
to what was lost.

I seek & speak
son of a father
with no home or heart.

I bantereed with a friend
that there are speeds
beyond the speed
of light.

I spun around.

the calculus of two
plus two,
the mystery of
false attachments,
still persists.
 
I settled for
a lesser light a circumstance
found that my words
rang true.

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