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almost god
just two sticks tied to each
other
standing in a field of stones
grasping at the emptiness
slender arms like bones
so very thin & thinner still
for standing there alone
i took the fabric of my dreams
& draped it on the naked wood
stuffed it with straw & then some
more
smiled once & called it good
something shaping the nothingness
almost god from where i stood
i thought i’d give it substance
maybe identity
covered it with skin
made it look like me
in an overcoat of love
as black storm clouds formed
right above
i saw your spindly body
twisting in the wind
as if your simple soul
was turning in its skin
a man of sticks is what i dreamed
but things weren’t as they seemed
(no things weren’t what they
seemed)
guess the black crows of your
thoughts
told you faraway things
maybe taught you how to fly
whispered what the winds would
bring
whispered what the winds would
bring
whispered what the winds would
bring
then one day my man of sticks
wild the winds they came
in a flutter of feathers
to untie your tethers
while they cried your name
while they sighed your name
while they cried your name
weather-worn your rags & tatters
were battered with the shifting
storm
eleven figures of the wind
came sifting through the whole of
you
& something fell from heaven
as the rain beat a muddy tattoo
drumming drumming drumming
drumming down on you
just wood & wire & something more
your form too small to hold it
all
to hold it all together
as the storm came raging through
a man of straw & nothing more
your mind’s too small to grasp it
all
a scattering of feathers
as the storm came raging through
& the winds they call your name
with voices of brimstone & fire
rising ever higher to heaven
god’s riding on the weather
& one day my man of sticks
wild the winds they came
in a flurry of feathers
to untie your tethers
& blew you all away
& blew you far away
& blew you all away |