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May My Pawn Have His Super Powers?

discount Satori of young zealot
struggles
integrity – do not dream, slips on phase and says “arrange sacrifice for the Christ”
plugged into acrimony the path light extinguished solar magnetism, distraught

gravity  well an illusion of Godhead strapped on to the backs of Arabian camels
“Nay, retreat,” bellows the Bedouin Priest-Driver voice of Jesus shrill then enraged
seed of Amon Ra spilt on warmth of sandy desert vision and young mothers rejoice
   their son possessor of Lingam brain tattoo as energy epidermal
so he flies    Thou!    Thou!    laws are layered envelope space is wrapped as coup
bearded boy rests unconcerned sipping molten mint tea
toes and sandals on stone and cries of mynah souls soothe, they soothe the tension of youth

   so float on godsprings of fission panspermia knowledge blank throat weakened
by this force corrugated metals twist sculpture a mosaic migrant tree
this lives in an ice hearth, a forest unto thee, shaken panic snow globe rolled across stone

when the   Son
alive in Father’s womb