02-15-2022, 05:24 AM
God exists
in Greek-lettered waves
of the brain, but maybe more,
and the light exists,
keep the 'and', lose the 'the'. Maybe lose the 'the' before 'brain'.
where threading to the light
keep, then, the well-placed 'the'.
are thoughts, like flies,
lovers of the flame,
you could put 'this' flame, but the repetition of 'the' here has resonance.
to the name. What ever the path,
What ever as two words does give a resonant pause
however long the days,
sang David, suffering in praise,
of his tormentor,
lose that line, of his tormentor
Bringing David in is a stark move here. The poem bends on that arches
for breath must die
lose the 'for', leaves a bluntness
in the most inexplicable ways,
the wicked prosper,
This concept is heavy-handed so late in the script
and we know not the whys,
wherefores, but a gladness
that makes light our days,
so that there is no darkness.
in the night.
in Greek-lettered waves
of brain, but maybe more,
and light exists,
where threading to the light
are thoughts, like flies,
lovers of the flame.
Whatever the path,
however long the days,
sang David, suffering in praise.
Breath must die
in explicable ways.
We know not the whys,
but a gladness
makes our days,
so that there is no darkness.
The light, high vowel sound of aye and day, but not the dark, deep vowel sound of dawn.
in Greek-lettered waves
of the brain, but maybe more,
and the light exists,
keep the 'and', lose the 'the'. Maybe lose the 'the' before 'brain'.
where threading to the light
keep, then, the well-placed 'the'.
are thoughts, like flies,
lovers of the flame,
you could put 'this' flame, but the repetition of 'the' here has resonance.
to the name. What ever the path,
What ever as two words does give a resonant pause
however long the days,
sang David, suffering in praise,
of his tormentor,
lose that line, of his tormentor
Bringing David in is a stark move here. The poem bends on that arches
for breath must die
lose the 'for', leaves a bluntness
in the most inexplicable ways,
the wicked prosper,
This concept is heavy-handed so late in the script
and we know not the whys,
wherefores, but a gladness
that makes light our days,
so that there is no darkness.
in the night.
in Greek-lettered waves
of brain, but maybe more,
and light exists,
where threading to the light
are thoughts, like flies,
lovers of the flame.
Whatever the path,
however long the days,
sang David, suffering in praise.
Breath must die
in explicable ways.
We know not the whys,
but a gladness
makes our days,
so that there is no darkness.
The light, high vowel sound of aye and day, but not the dark, deep vowel sound of dawn.

