at the table
i dreamed a table draped
in linen, stained
to royalty and on it bread, beckoning
draw near
draw near
I am here and there
burns a fire pillar near
it crackles taste and
chew. wheat rolls
dough pills in my mouth
through its molar lodging-loosing-
lodge before the waking
the load is not a loaf, now
a bleeding man
covering the linen with his flow, and
the pillar not a pillar
the eyes of a blazing figure
sear me to ash, i shiver
naked in the tabernacle
eat it fills the fissures
taste the table-spread form
bleeds from cracked lips, know.
the bread spreads stringed flesh
tastes of wood fire smoke
in winter, of the east. we fall
warm, one down and down
in linen, stained
to royalty and on it bread, beckoning
draw near
draw near
I am here and there
burns a fire pillar near
it crackles taste and
chew. wheat rolls
dough pills in my mouth
through its molar lodging-loosing-
lodge before the waking
the load is not a loaf, now
a bleeding man
covering the linen with his flow, and
the pillar not a pillar
the eyes of a blazing figure
sear me to ash, i shiver
naked in the tabernacle
eat it fills the fissures
taste the table-spread form
bleeds from cracked lips, know.
the bread spreads stringed flesh
tastes of wood fire smoke
in winter, of the east. we fall
warm, one down and down
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