Abandonment Shall Be Called Wine
Abandonment follows a sequence, rote
like an algebra. He calculates
to leave at the point where the Liturgy of the Eucharist begins, its in-
vocation, when the communion stands, to step out, to
sip from his little flask. No. Before that he determines
the momentum of the equation—what result
he can expect from his math, when best to leave.
No. Before that he notices who's there, aisle by aisle. No. Before that
he enters the Church, anoints himself with holy water algae
bloat in, a jelly. No. First, he summons
a holy spirit, an aqua vita whose residue burns in his blood
rather slowly (only Ä ounce per hour). No.
Before that, intoxication
devised the precipitous gravities abandonment
embraced. Involuntarily. No. First of all, in the most tender embrace,
like the shoreline advancing & retreating, the solid
& the liquid married. What life, what volatile
children have arisen continually in that sundered
moment of vacation?o o o
In this life in my body I will exorcize the spirits
of fire, I will reject their evil, I will baptize my nucleic acids
with waters of life squeezed from the hyssop of anxieties
I daily thirst from.
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