The Jesus of Insurrection

The Jesus of insurrection

ascends from the flames

of Gehenna,

He walks on waves

in black and white

He leaves fingerprints

on my lips,

flames leap

to absolute green

He settles and waits.

Events condense as fog.

I wear my reality as tight

as skin; the slightest

break will kill

me.

RG 1986-2015-2018