Louie Crew | The 2River View, 9.2 (Winter 2005) |
Spiritus Mundi Red worms crawl through ice cream cone tunnels in a space spiraling just outside your mind. Why? God is I, You, She, bringing incense even to forbidden altars. Suppose you want to touch the back of flowers and feel guilty in a world where men fear not at all to blow one another to bits, away from home. How much soul can we tabulate? The smile of one no longer a virgin; patterns of weakness as holiness; learning that dead Christmas trees are still pretty. |
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