into a silence of its own

is a beam of the moon shining into

the quiet parlour loft like a fallen

translucent pillar across the floor

like a tower of leaning pisa

like a trail of light leading back up

to a starry sky

like a mesmerizing thing

walks through a girl reading poetry out loud

she says it is the poetry of Heaven.

and the room develops atmosphere of a stage

she says I am to listen

and pretend that I am Daniel

(in a den of lions)

midnight in the camp of the prophets

ceremony in the tent of the Ephesians.

invitation only.

a vision that on the judgment day the

tents will appear too fast out of nowhere.

personally I wanted more time to eat peaches

I wanted  more time to sit still

I needed more time to learn ping pong.

I love the Lord and yet I stood trembling.

I could not look him in the eye

I tried to answer his questions-

why am I still afraid to die?

a vision that on the judgment day

the tents will appear on the land out of silence. dust will then settle on the last

and greatest show on earth. long lines

around the caravan, a must for all to see.

I love the Lord but didn't understand him.

would he love

and understand me?

Judgment Day

"the tents will appear too fast out of nowhere"

artist  collection

I saw Eve walk by alone and stare

2 or 3 times so far today.

like a fruit thief

walks by a fruit stand.

like a bicycle thief. like something is going to happen.

I stand imitating

a desirable thing. I act like a coy temptress

when Adam is not around. I am open and

approachable. and healthy. and forbidden. I

am all the things she wants and more

I stand acting like I don't see, like I don't even notice

when the naked hand reaches out

and takes the thing

the one thing she was told not to.

like nobody will really care. like nobody will even know.

like a fruit thief who's not even hungry

until she's been fed.

and discovers a camera hidden in the branches

"the  tree of knowledge"

All About Eve

yesterday

she says, I had to stay in bed.

I was an iguana

when it became dark she says,

I called myself night of the iguana.

I called myself Charlemaine

my voice carried down the hall.

I know a secret about Jesus she whispers

I overheard him say something

to the Magdelena woman. I watched him feed

a hungry crowd.

I saw his face in a dream last night

she says out loud

I saw his face in a dream, and then the angel vachon said god wants to speak to me later on today

(what could that mean)

I know now that Believery is dangerous

but that's all that's in my head

I saw his face in a dream she whispers

and all day long I had to stay in bed.

"the shaman kirsilla"

artist  collection

Night of the Iguana

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Isaiah 8:11

these were the words of the Lord

to me, for his hand was strong upon me;

and he warned me not to follow the ways

of his people:

:12 you shall not say too hard of

everything that this people calls hard; you shall not dread nor fear that which they fear. It is the Lord of Hosts whom you must count hard;

:13 he it is whom you must fear and dread.

proof of the existence of TONY WYNN

BELIEVERY

All About Eve

Believery

Night of the Iguana

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