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Sat, Dec. 23rd, 2000, 04:06 am
I don't even know what I want to

     say to this: You are a cataclysm.


Learning of listening,
describing desire, formulating found—
these were not possible without

     I gave this to the crowd when I spoke
     before I knew of you.  Now the words
     break formation on their ears,
     they are not inside of me.


For other, is not what you are
but what you are is not for
other is what you are

     You are unfathomable—
     eyes cannot see,
     ears cannot hear,
     tastes cannot sense,
     and while touch is far
     from even knowing of you;
     we cohere by you.


Every word from your mouth
is silence on the breath of
understanding.  Names lose themselves
when you signal there is no way back,
and those who know of you best are those
whom you have called 
father, been greeted as

     Prodigal one, you are the bastion of
     hope, fear, desire, compassion and trust;
     You are the name of the god of the infinite,
     everlasting, 'til death do we part, more
     blessed in your bearers than yourself:
     you are the blessed one,
     the masterful, the joyous, the revelation,
the forgotten.