Thursday, March 11, 2010

St. Gregory of Nyssa

God stalks me

like light.

My life is nothing but a

dazzle, a way to blind

myself every time

I step forth into the day.

Sundays are as thick as

sand, my knees

buckle as they sink.

I drink all of this down

with a hot tongue.

My taste buds burn

and return anew.

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