Denser than Wit

Denser than Wit

(“God’s Son was before all else, and by him everything is held together.” Colossians 1:17)
A sandwich of protons, denser than wit,
hangs unlikely over every human head.
Light thicker than black holes contains
every thought conjured by unwitting to
university wed. Air shinier than the blast furnace
full of pre-alloy conjurations,
reciprocates every vibration from the beginning
until then.

Like swimming in a vacuum,
washing in the quicksand,
eating with your mouth open,
praying with your hat on,
or putting out your cigaret on the sole of your foot

Everything unlikely has

Already happened larger than we put our minds too
and closer than string and tin can telephones take us.

If we can only accept it, all is already new,
the tears shed are diamonds,
the sins tried are reminders
that the light swallowed them once the
darkness of noon yawned towards evening
and the Son breathed His last

Then

Breathed again before farmers awake on
the first day of the week.