Sprintedon Hollow

December 11: Wednesday


To supercede is the fantasy
each of us harbors, or had,
building a ship, someway the best;
breaking & building it over again.

But a ship locked with anchors
and never at sea
is a dream-concoction for sure,
a Santa Claus sneer.

So I turn to the myth
of the Child in the hay,
the myth
of the Man at the Pole

with the hope that this word
as it meets with the next
will a little move who I am

as a finished ship
of my spirit and flesh
churning an ocean
like that rooftop sleigh quicker than lightning,
that temple-veil-rending Cross on the hill.





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