Monday, April 21, 2014

...opposition series continued


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.