March 30, 2014
On Opposition
We are
A hundred weights
And counter weights
Hanging on the Fulcrum
Of Christ
Where one is cut
Another drops into the
abyss
Whipping violently
Its leash (lease?)
Around the fulcrum
Where one is heavy
Another drags
Where one is light
Another sags
We jostle and jockie
by size
And make room and
apologize
And knock heads
And take sides
And despair
And despise
And defend
And deride
And Abide
And we all together
suffer
And we all together
strive
Hanging on the Fulcrum
Of Christ
And yet
We are suspended!
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I pray to know
And do not know still
And yet it is there
I would be content
With but a hint
Or so I think
Until the hint comes
And then I want two
hints
A trail of hints
leading
To an X which will
mark the spot
Where all my
suspicions
Will be confirmed or
denied.
All I get
Is the hint of a hint
The inflammation of
suspision
And yet it is there.
Vascilating between
Trust and Wonder
I hang as a weight and
counter weight
On a Fulcrum.
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Agonist
Antagonist
Synergist
Antogonist’s synergist
Antagoinizing the
agonist’s synergist
Bone…Muscle…Fascia…
I do not
Stand
Or Run
Or Sit
Or Sleep
Or Shit
Or Move
Or Reflect
Or Improve
Without Tension
The fist that slams
That strangers hams
The cheek that bears
The fist he shares
Two bodies contend
Their motion animated
By Tension.
The legacy of our
movement too,
Pivots on a Fulcrum.
