My Symposium

In this religion, devoid of devils
Glowing with light made of light
We receive gifts of our own giving

Listening to the sound of the tongue not burning
Wondering what’s worth being martyred for
Ruling out acts of the invisible hand

The sediment of the pond has settled
A pebble shines bright on the bottom
As children play above at skipping stones

M. Bogen
March 2012


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