Out of mythology he come
Carbon son
The boat bearer

His musculoskeletal living face
Laughs and agonizes
The way out of hiddenness

He emerges
Warning me
The story has no end

There is a mystery in the bottom of this
Of these falls

Who is the gardener?
Who is it that grills the fish?
What are those appearances all about?

Coming through walls
Recognizing him
Not recognizing him

Hanging from a single chain
Incense fills the air
He releases me from claustrophobia
Behind the thurible smoke
He sings the evensong
And I disappear

He was not killed for who he was
But for who he might one day become

His head in the sands of obedience
Eucharist factory of cells

Mineral origin
Quartz and feldspar

He lifts his hands through crucifix
Behind the waterfall
People come apart
The legs of the spider disappear