Thought By God To Be Beautifully Dancing

Oh to have arrived
at the place where the future begins
like some scout marathon runner
boy far ahead
I wait for a couple
more minutes


Jealousy in dreams instead
the cold snow cone like crystals
bring pain to my grasping hand
for I have arrived in the solitude
that calls me from them


a new ignorance
a gift each day
a complete arms in the air
a yeilding

the pool of rainbow crystal water
shows a reflection
so beautifully dancing
while visible in primal truth
stumbling in fleshly desire

cuddle up to Mary
the statues feet
maybe if  I pretend
the marble will hug me
just a wet cold ass
in frozen stone
is reaped

but my heart pumps blood
in living flesh
and the zero temperature mist
means less than the statue
I imagined might bring me bliss
for now again I can run
climb and chose
warm love

the hole is in my vain
and a glimmer in my eye
know what I am
and what I cherish most
an ear on my heart
another under my mouth
hair catching tears
to clean dirty feet

extreme empathy is holy
and an ignorant stumbling
fool in blind clothing
thought by God to be beautifully dancing.