O Salutaris Hostia

With sweet little clicks of the bottom jaw,

I drift away nimbly

and taste me on the palette of god,

whose might – arching sharply

in photons in angles and

brilliant spatial shrines


And then reattach, slowly

all of me to the grander

and view us: clan of the upturned face

of eyes steeped in dogma

and over conditions, earthly

mourn over. Over

granted right to err

and well-shut privilege of ignorance

Against its veins, everything

never banal never trite

in the lap of disenchantment, then.

Learning the key to knowing-

and such that knows

having always known

all Earth’s patterns

all planetary tendencies

Staunch and Irreversible.

All of which,

during explosion

during creation and fruition

at the mighty Hand’s fall

and snap of Sun fingers



And as simply scattered dust and stars;

planets claimed moons

light, spread many

nations and water

Or all at least

its particles involved.

By nothing significant paid

for my reentrance into the unlasting,

against the endurance of the instant

fleeing to their treasury

into reemerging neverness

and happening again only inside

the vaults of sky and

a purple crescent

tumbling down.

But without shadows

falling long on weathered features

(these bludgeoning reminders)

I’d not know the sensation of falling;

flattening on impact.

Iʻd be naive

to the miracles of mass resonance

and finding seraphic measure by myself

all at once

and after all


Having shed my daintiest omissions

for the end to negligence

I am with nubile poise, anew in stride

through mediums of eternal chronology

Now perfectly streamlining