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Holy warrior
a tumor of religion
resolving to die at absolute noon
the fire plots to bury light
in ash
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Rumination
after a day within doors
I get a great desire to eat a stomach
green and full
as an old religion
Healths
in order to prevent surprise
we read like fools
only here and there a bit
and without moving
to give thanks for pain
or the power of a rose
preach a sermon full of rope
text with one mind
and one mouth
give glory
to the great variety of creatures
that animate dead bodies
ants like little friars
where I walk head aching
with the healths I was forced to drink
That old-time religion
A poor
bacon, the church.
I knew a ridge.
We sat together
a great while.
Water way
Water is a door
to a thin religion:
see a sea change
and learn the way
of being worse.
Art is in arrears.
Tell me, what furniture
am I to be?
Las Californias, 1769
the land has been our home
they have walls
in every mind a box
they call God