POETRY #14
Resurrection
Aug 23, 2021
I live in a snowglobe.
I was baptised in these still waters
Capped in plastic and pretense.
I was safe under my dome
Until
Reality picked me up,
And shooooook me!
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Shook,
Shook,
Shook me!
I went into a plastic panic attack.
Up was down, and down was up.
Flakes swirled like frightened Van Goghs,
My consciousness lost in the whirlpool.
The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost
Laid me upon the manufactured lawn,
As styrofoam snow settled upon my body
Burying me in the Shroud of Turin.
Three days later — my resurrection.
The familiar had turned to dust,
and I became a snow angel
Lost in toxic Divinity.
