Love Letter 216 Before Columbus

In my communion

I have let you go

like the common man

the housewife

the butcher

and the fowl

I have lived up to you

like a bluebird on a black bird's tail

I have looked over and over the ocean

for Atlantis

and Hades

and Hell

I have given Dante my number

and held the hearts of fleeing doves

I have dug through tunnels thick with bruised aortic impulses

and scraped back the blood from secret grails

For You

I have put everything in order

just waiting for the wind

I have shewed away my Lovers

I have painted my walls gold, and left a crystal path of my elation

for you to follow

...if You ever

come

I have lain a plate of pearls, and broken oysters just to find you

I have remembered dreams and picked them clean for details of Your hideout

You have become a word

I can't write down

or say without something awful being absolved

sometimes I wonder

just how dangerous our hunger has become

for You

all us dirty impatient angels

pounding on your door

for one more miracle

is it you? is it you?

we chant each time we feel alive

and of course

all I have forgotten

all I have forgiven

is a mute verb

my memory

like a giant pool of You

my mind a scented single pillar of Your smoke

my body

still a filter for Your potent Holy Joke

if I am not here to know You

then I ask

why this burning ego bowing down to You

Why this crazy/crazed mask looking through your window

why this enamored crowd panning floods for You

but we are still One

even in this setting out for new worlds

no fleet can claim a land already Founded By Love, Invented By Your Gold

yet still we travel

in and out of body

to discover

what we have always known

You You You

in Our communion

I forget Who is Who

and let the Name go

So I can Be

Symbiotic with what is

Being has no name without a witness

come now, what are you looking at?

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