bi_janus Posted February 25, 2012 Report Share Posted February 25, 2012 Savior Victorious Bi Janus . . . all shall be well, All manner of things shall be well. Gods were rooted things, whose parlors topped mountains we visited unshod, before we made them airy and vaporous, smudging their edges out to every place. Then we took them where we went, slung like papooses, we making everywhere our home until the word lost meaning. Damn, you’re so easily impressed by life eternal. Victory, you call it and you’re made his jealous goad, a crowner of sovereigns, and cannibal. To hell with the meek, we do love the big winner. What gifts of his glorious incorruptible body are you savoring today? Well, sweetie, I’ve been there, though not for three days. I’ve managed minutes away, enough to share the hidden geist. Is my power a Savior’s mark, the single notch on my bedpost? Tremble before me. Hosanna, I kid you not. The defibrillator’s hand, not the Holy Ghost, jerked me back across the blood red intractable river to the community of silence. And the men and women coming to the bedside, preparing to anoint the corpse, saw the stone rolled back, but only miracle tarnished, syndicated with no angelic pronouncement, God’s power, reduced to parlor trick, rendered pedestrian when a Sodomite finds the spark of resurrection. Now, if you found one facing life professing beatitudes all the while, you should wonder at him, her, not a deific brawler, awe-filled by mercy, and humble. All shall be well, All manner of things shall be well. Quote Link to comment
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