IMPRINT (NEW SLANG) (| MARANATHA |)

home, and belong.

i love you.

scope the scape of our story

water rising behind a lens flare

crack in the glass, darkly

the wound is where the light shines through

and you saw me.

hold delight on your head, dear

tender tinder and we go

twenty-three on your shoes, on her shirt, in your dreams

i know, i saw you.

i placed it in your left hand, what should we do with it?

i love you, daughter. let's start there.

rolling snare on my skin

feet on the dash

i've found home, finally found where i belong

the whole of it our script

every blink through the delight darkly

all i can do is try to leave behind a print,

if it matters.

your soul swells.

you're with me, with them.

bruises on my gravel knees

worship rises, pressure changes

up is down

and we sail on down this water rising

worship glued to our temples

hemming in our eyes

behind on the left, before on the right

i see you too.

i behold you as you hold me

the depth of this field means it's all falling off.

the language of what cannot be spoken

hallelujah, thank you jesus christ

you and me and our story slang

fall off, hit the gravel, catch the camera like a child

flags even if i don't see them

they shift to blue

coming like the sand on the shore

the fullness of who you are,

filling me in, wrapping around me

you are light.

so we shoot from the short side

and on the set we say,

maranatha.

FIRST HANDSHAKE

touch me.

only you can -

a cross because that's what it does,

motion marked God you are,

the dimensions you bridge.

time and space and understanding

surpassed and crossed, it's simple

no distance can detain you

your ancient love like mountains

silently jealously haunting, covering, beckoning me on.

footsteps in the hall.

and in the day i can't escape

the lover who was calling all night long.

WELL WELL

shifting gears.

yawning agape in the blue waves

crash, crash, shifting sincere toward my gaze

you lean, I see you.

you know;

let's go.

tilted toward my frame.

running through the anatole

backstage blinking spirit

like a shutter speed for slow motion

plenty that doesn't fit into frame, plenty of you

you say it's better without the lens.

my dual native for darkness and light

a marriage finding you twice

capture it all, I am with you.

green dress on media row

green roof sliding melting snow

from the house with lungs to now

I still see you at the windowside

my ever blinking child eyes

why wouldn't I fall headlong into your deep?

you said, and I quote,

the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

YOU SAID "I AM WITH YOU"

in the rearview mirror, the african stands for a spotless bride.

like we all stood in the upper hotel room --

he tells me about mayer and miley,

a string globe of glittering premieres

i'll cast him as the father.

standing.

on sunset passing over the street

cutting through the mesas --- a beam of neon tangerine 

robbie on my right side

the african nodding off for twenty minutes

the rustle on my shoulder, the rustle of the tent

| absolute value in the night sky. |

look up! elk low. 

for the jewish new year we shiver in steel chairs

dan sounds the horn with a wounded knee

it's the little things, i tell tami, for wild tears, baal on the big screen

we're ramping up,

tell me you're coming back for me.

flags like wings on a sunday night.

you're coming back for me.

robbie's eyes catch the light like always

never far from home.

and we stand.