the mark

sincreasingly taking my heart and pushing the spirit

idiosyncratically devolving my love from inside to deeper

as a son sets inside itself, cause and effect assume position, respectively.

known it was, but symptoms rarely spell the superfluous rituals false

it must be torture, delving inside to something that does not exist

inside the self.  to look for meaning where it has been pushed away

the meal

simple food and drink to ease our re-minds

serving to everyone, preparing the way, calling to die.

striking the core of what is left, re-minding surroundings.

salt-filled hair, hearts and eyes holding it down.

telling the times, staying the table golden.

give up, forget to remember.

the mess.

it calls for trust it calls for breaking

responding with tears at my heart blistering stone until it is no more

hard granite melted mightily, raining does not delay departure

found it is in that gran granorum, corpus corporum, vita vitarum

gras y pas find a home in the heart of hearts

in the heat of heat it brands itself upon a miry, selfish and hopeful souladarity.

to blindly trust in hope of knowing.