Jeshua.

[Guest guest]

Jesu is my name and number.

Jesu, Isa, Ishoa all the velvet names of my soul.

I am figured our like a star map,

but not this constellation. Oh no.

Time consumes itself in our given names.

I gave my self to you Jesus my brother,

and you gave me your full blown

hardy manhood.

Your face is my Turin shroud

of dark being.

No weakling you, my dear heart walker.

You smile to charm the birds,

and stroll in my ways as easy as molasses

in your dark soft treading stalk.

 

I asked you once: Why so silent?

You flashed backwards into my words and said:

Thunk. Gronk me.

By which you meant -

My hidden thought speaks me.

And so I write nonsense and riddles.

I your alter boy and alter ego of love

and misuse my words for your pleasure

and mastering presence.

Please take these words down and

correct me in your silent manner.

Add all I am to all that you are, and subtract

that ridiculous I, from this.

Just leave me a computer

and a net of stars to guide by

and I will pass the message on.

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.