The Human Tree

[Guest guest]

The intricate carved door to the soul is

opening now,

obliging a well-placed foot,

anointed like Jesus,

having long last

emerged from the cosmic sludge

denser than moonlight and

bequeathing flesh-eating microbes

of Paradise lost and found

on the settling ashes of

rogue tongues,

the illustrated man of God-fearing angels,

obliging a sought-after presence before the advent of time,

newly robed in discrete human skin,

passionate embraces of destiny's own longing

to feel itself and then to be known

by none other than the image-maker

the thought that thinks: I Am

 

..and the human tree worships itself on its own ground.