slit open the stream
and step with bare mind and foot
into the current
onto the altar
ankles wet, spirit glistening
God yawns through the years.
your animal body is anointed
by a drop of sleep spit
from the mouth of a bored or holy ghost
You Are New
every moment
and at each point
like a stream sullied and cut open
by the vagrant stride of man
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