Source

art spills from us
like water running
beneath thresholds

underground flooding
eating stone

they search for source
unsuccessful dowsers;
the fountain they will
will never find

we go on, turning
the dark corners
only moles see;
source untapped

hydrogen and oxygen,
atoms and molecules -
we seep into everything
an eternal elixir for souls

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Allium

she peels
shameless

a gift beneath
wrinkled paper skin
translucent layersdeceive;

she stings -
sharp, pungent
cleansing

Revival

don't go to the preacher,
rabbi, priest;
unless you need a fable

messy and fractured
they have all thrown
random lassos to the skies
to capture meaning

as if word and thought,
numbered and varied as stars that
emerge and die each moment,
can be pulled down
and sorted like stones

the infinite expands within;
borne of light and particles
you will never see
but can never explain away -
an internal law of physics

you have draped your
self in a circus tent -

take the heavy-bladed knife
in either hand and plunge;

you are your own revival

Hallelujah

I am a glorious round and green sweet pea
on your tongue you roll me

savor me, taste -
take skin from the meat

honor the pulpy
earth in me

accept me for
the pea I be