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you answer god no then what?

by Marina Dawn

how can i make it more true!
you put your hands upon me
as death

to a child turning forever in their sleep

in the gentility of fire, never
pausing at the edge to say this of existence,
that of survival: never gliding along
in the motion of a dream, again, in prayer,
singing my god

what with out hunger, what!

until we come in to being, unearthed
as promised by stream, by light,
by the tender brushing
away of a single strand of hair,

to feign what ever
truth, loving it as our own,
calling it by the name
we give it:
until we learn
we are no thing, but this
act of desolation --
i give you my warm body and i give
you my warm body and i give you my
warm body as if i were giving it to
my god,
have we forgotten the fitting? yes

the mouths are brutal. yes, entangled.

my god, my god.

07/23/2002

Posted on 07/23/2002
Copyright © 2024 Marina Dawn

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/08/02 at 03:21 PM

you locate what is delicate in nature and with your your subtle prodding urge it forth upon the reader's menu for all to feed.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/27/09 at 02:26 PM

POWERFUL, POWERFUL write! i read it about 5 times and kept getting more out of it with each read! Very thought provoking piece- wonderful writing.

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