Tablet crack
Glory shack
Movable temple
Shekinah rental
Skin and bones with
Valley tones
Connected in wrath
Remembered in mercy
Plain tablet
Father cabinet
Dead president
You swirled in regret
Made a dent
Slaving for rent, town
Mountain and tent—
Thirsty summer, better
Than winter—
Heart on the table
Truth verse fable
Oral passing of God
Digressing—get up now,
To the high place
For gold is on the bottom
Carved with boredom—
Before Kingdom come was
Kingdom now without a crown—
On the edges was the man on fire—
Down to the place where lust did pace
The tablets cracked and back up at last—
Shack of shackles in this wilderness—
Freedom was the curse and I thirst for
Garlic—king Pharaoh and the sparrow hold
The same affection for the heart of misdirection—
Hardened is a mystery and little is why I worry—
Better shoes with glory clues—
100 feet a day for the feast to go away—
Filled to our nostrils is the wandering
Pentecostal—manifesting without love,
Twitching without truth, falling over just
Because—without love it’s a circumcised
Memory, the outer is perishing, the law like
A cavity, love like gravity—which weighs more?
Power or just being on the floor? The tablet is new
Now with new rules and new flesh and new songs
To sing inside what freedom brings—we don’t all
Go to the same place—but this tablet called love
Has written it upon me to stay seeking You as
You write it on me those clues of destiny
A tablet heart burning with truth, let how
One lives be the proof