how a stone becomes a metal
how the heart will never settle
how of fish we are a kettle (OK, OK)
in one tall window a tree grows
right out of his groin and ascends
to God the Son in another four
writers sit on the shoulders
of four earlier writers
the anxiety of ascendency
prophecy becoming gospel truth
and then there they sit the blue
Madonna and her boy child
both gazing at you calmly waiting
for the world to become a star
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