Oh holy body of Him or skin of
lamb your blood is a milk,
uproot tree spine bent to carry
a few fish to dry and to feed a
village
An elder dozes parsing the
real life with shivering
eyelids and sexdreams, who
takes a pine needle tea
then to
nurse some sympathy pain or
maybe extract some
blessing from His green
Earth
Keep looking for Him.
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