unresolve (hung time)

Lord deliver us from the Unholy Self of mind
that plagues our waking with destruction distraction
pull us free from our mountains of fire where we dwell in misery pride
send us truly love and absorption and the light & fire
in everywhere that we may alight as candles
trip through life steadily burning.
how green is my eyes and all therein!
clean us! clean us! to be marvel creatures
who gape & cry at all insects blades of grass
fruit on the vine bones and cloudy days.
tear away the dead flesh the dead mind the wither spirit
and make us as water bleeding into all creation
joining in beads and pools to make Known.

full stop and flower at the glory and wonder of the dirty concrete city
which is allowed to stand in its time and does not burn.
the Lord is grace! love is do, and all strings must be cut.
words are not answers and not life. words are hunger,
a voice crying out in the street (in the desert) music in corners and
the foot-stomp on wood in sweaty rooms.
the world is a question mark and we blots of ink
may crawl and claw and never answer but with our hands.