
ARCHED (part3)
The bardo of entrances.
Intermediate transitions,
One spliced into the other,
Time and space elapsing.
A slow cool outbreath of stone.
It requires a recalibration,
A rearrangement of the senses.
Slowing,
Time is tamped down
In dusty layers,
Glistening.
An inhalation
Of fractured light,
Absorbed, solidified.
Entering the cave of God:
His ribs, grey skin tight,
Desiccated, stretched out.
Pinned, hammered, sheltered.
We are slowly digested,
( the enzymes of faith),
Becoming less, and more,
Of ourselves-
Becoming one of the waiting.
Slow and turning
From cave
To cave,
( the frozen forests whispering
Chiseled curve and keel ),
A reconstruction of gravity.
Tree roots sky conjoined,
Arched, steepled.
Leaves, gold,
Fruits rotten,
Drift weightless, upwards,
Food for avaricious
Angels.
An embroidery of whispers
An evolution of sorrow,
A still heaven
Waiting for a new
Eternity.



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