there is no magic here




THERE IS NO MAGIC HERE



Words don't sweat.  They bleed

and breed passions

more ancient than God,

more ancient than pain

awakening when a knee

addresses a crucifixion.



Words, don't sweat.  Bleed.

Breed. Give birth to something

like the time/ghost of a future.

Redeem your face.

Reclaim a locus in the disorder of stuff.

Mean nothing.  Just be. Or guess who is.





Jerry W. Ward, Jr.            September 8, 2019

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