galaxies are not shaped with flesh
it is not my doing
to convert jesus to energy
remember, from purveyor to observer, big movements start small in hearts
sometimes things needn’t be made too much thought
the red clay which shaped man was humble beginnings
choosing gratitude in light.
in land, water, old roads, and song
there is truth.
it’s lasting image through good…
by Crunch “They been hurtin’ for some months now, doc.” He said, talking outside of himself the way that folks can sometimes do when pain and time force them to be away from their bodies. Red didn’t like this—none of it—not the pain, not the possible problem, not the god awful lights that seemed to burn away any conviction held, not the doctor and her cold tongue. That’s why he smoked before coming. “Your kidneys?” “Is that what’s back here? I never knew where they was or what they did for real. I just knew that they was somewhere in…