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The Einstein Cross

The waxing moon is a dull potato sack
Over the shimmering bean green waves

Wanting to die is a communion you take daily 
Pain is the wafer, lethargy is the wine
Life and death, two curved sinuous lines in the sand

I sink under the sea foam over and over again
Baptizing myself with Medusa's sweet furious blood 
Still the sea is gentle, all encompassing, all forgiving
Neptune's zero point chalice
I am everything, I am everyone -- my head is now cut off too

A winged white horse appears in the mist
Or is it a constellation of golden clouds against the blue infinity?
A pillar of luminous light pierces my spine
The white horse opens its mouth
A glowing blue cross 
Is turning me into a tree
I am solid now, all bark, fungi, and sunlight
I am a walking sycamore tree  
Rooted in the stellar sounds


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 11/7/2019 8:51:00 AM
The last two verses are well done, as is the entire poem Diana.
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