Abduct My Prayer…
Abduct my prayer From this place. Tear this drabbet sackcloth With the pineal thorns Of your forgotten regard For my ashen essence.
Expose me for the birds To gather and pollinate And render ablution To these fossilized arms Until they begin to retract (For all time).
Study these hands and divine a place Where nothing is fully known Unless I rise nightly With the ghosts Of this well-mourn’d spot And shuffle with them fluently.
Art: “Love Song by the New Moon” Paul Klee