The Chase, Cut To

There is no time,
and everything’s
hungry for God.

While I know we
should fill out
the gauzy peripheries,

I’m on the tip of
a whip cracking
out so unslippably

quick and miraculously
that I can’t catch
my breath to say

more. But we’ll
entertain the galore
of the rest when

we get to it: watch it
undress itself
grandly – enticing

eternity out of
each nipple and
thumb: and from

then on, my darlings,
you cannot play
dumb. Sing cosmic

rhyme and sever
yourselves from
each lumbering clod.

There is no time,
and everything’s
hungry for God.


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