Reminds me a bit of my poem, Mountain, in Enter Every System, but yours is spiritual on a much different and deeper level, with flashes of Jesus Christ here and there also. Serious voice and tight construction help to create a unique voice and effect.

Glenn this one grabbed me. I love it. Nice!

Well I do have to say I like the audience perspective in this piece, us, witnessing the flow that comes like an advertisement jingle at first, because if somewhat salesmanish someone is asking in his Devil-like fancy-speak if I know a certain someone, there is sure to be an invitation if I answer the rhetorical question or not. I love the effect because it is poetry at its finest...like a song in that it's fantastical and alluring language in both meaning and sound and rhythm. It is only later, for me as reader, after reflecting and rereading--aloud too--the full weight of the dialogue is when read as a question to the speaker himself, truly making me a witness as a reader to the whole condition of humanity via your fist two stanzas. But my first inclination is to hear "you" as if being addressed, skipping second person and sliding in safe at first. Which is itself a warning you need to remember. (maybe I was speaking to myself there, eh?) So the poem has a great philisophical dilemma as well as some tricky dynamiting of the impediments of the river-flow flowing with a gracious and graceful Superflow of knowing and being that might make you read in your own smug self-actualized superself. When seen as what the mysterious salesman's song of fantasy is selling is internal it is the potential human we are meant to be if we could live in grace and not cycle in and out of creaturehood. If it is an external someone, as in A Man's God, then the speaker is looking to probably Jesus or some other bringer of salvation to the fact humans are extremely wise and intuitive and more capable than we even suspect we are and know better, yet are tethered to the flesh and all desire arising henceforth wich then drags us back down to needing things to survive and taking them without asking, free of the guilt associated with memory and complex systems of social rules and rituals and forbidden knowing. This time Salvation will be brought to by the Tri-lateral Commissioner himself: (Fill in Savior of Choice). SO the hinge then is the feel of a line like "Distrust in me is the boulder rock" which feels like sunday bible speak, very familiar, and I get that you are conditioned to believe IN someting to save you or help you or solve it-- if you are worthy--later after mandatory vaction days are taken. BUT, dude... it is a lower case M on that me. And then I am all banannas with perceptive bliss, writing this spontaneousness, because I just have to tell you how God-Damned lucky we are that a boulder exists for us, you, me, everyone ever lived; because, overcoming the boulders can only happen if you know they exist...because some boulders, ya know, they be like not even really there.

Perhaps it takes the bolder you to roll away the stone. And the rhetoric? You made it stick.