Kit Kelen #567 - gospel

567

gospel

no church in the trees

no cloud temples

here I am at the turning

all my own dark

no beard beginning all

but

gravity, kinesis

all carrying across

just meaning

no hand to turn this world

or any of the numberless others

no fakery among the stones arranged

just where they are fallen

in the heart there's not a thorn

wire's barbed just where we twist

no church in the trees

no cloud temples

here I am

and having to shine

through my own dark

let's just take the eye

let's put an ear to it

let's touch

dim the day

when prayer was invented

Earth is a birth

no science to the miracle

no miracles in science

dust and wind

and fire and rain

all elemental

my dear

the ship's not safe because of a saint

no, it's all us

the everywhere

no one-ness to it

except all are

shape of the world

was always a question

mumble a spell

cast your curse

we are the story

to tell

among the gods

in everything

it's we are the selves

no cloud temples

no church in the trees

it's falls to us

to talk