Sunday, March 27, 2016

oxo granite mortar pestle

never having ground a spice in my life
my eyes know to love the mortar pestle

marrow of my vision
the longing to [be] extract[ed]

the bible says
the laying of hands

the spirit moves
from which direction?

taste bursts forward
from me and the seed to meet

taste - how the word finds 
and defines the mouth

the mouth - our eyes
speaking witnesses, halls of mirrors

and so he descends 
from/upon me 

one small place
begging to [be] breach[ed]