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