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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? “Why Hast thou”? My unripe hairy-brain makes its claim to be the image of its Father. My vision today could turn a green leaf brown, or scorn itself, seeing only the thoughts that feed it. Forsaken… The melodrama is delicious. Why? Why do I tilt my head like a bird trying to see its reflection in the ocean? Hast thou, or hast thee not? In this my ninth hour will I find life or rot forgot? How can you bear my accusing stare, how dare you dare shatter an accusatory word with a deep saliferous silence. Beetle browed I plow. How can You scorn, the bully-dog furrow of this my marrow. I am a borrowed creature poured out - in water drowned. Fishbowl eyes ogle the underside of a mystery leased by onlookers. Hast thou forsaken Your own fishing expedition? Hast thou seen, hast thou fled the scene, hast thou ever been? Your quietus plods deadly upon my waters – my flesh blooms bad. Father, my unctuousness bleeds. Yea, these uncertain breaths rattle a ribbed-caged bird, make it sing doleful. Then as a clabbered lump, I clump your sacred ground, tromp it down until I am under it. As a birds broken wing flutters now slick with mud, now unbroken and yet un-fluttering I am this squelched uttering. Forsake or string me along - go on! What is this nothing that attracts like a woman’s eye’s? Why don’t You go away, that I might feel You going, that I might know You were once I. Father hast thou remembered me, or hast Thou forsaken your once born? I hear laughter in the ever-after. Wilt thou tuck me tight into the long night? Hast thou misplaced me – unremembered? Will I blunder yet into the light?
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