Racing with the demon

“Like stones skipped across the surface of the water we are kept skimming along the peripheral, one-dimensional fringes of life. To sink is to vanish.”       Merton’s Palace of Nowhere…James Finley

 

The fires of hell skip through my eyes,

my skimming defies repentant.

The Holy Ghost gallops beneath me,

waiting for me to dribble,

waiting for me to sink.

To vanish from the surface,

to land on the galloping horse

beneath me.

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