The Pilgrimage: Part 39 / Phillip Neal Tippin
They said “take heart”
But I could not swallow
That pill, drink such sludge,
So I’ve brought it to You,
My Heart, to pour Your salt,
That at this Marah I may drink.
Language is that tribe of Levi
By which we ascend
Along His condescending Line.
The Intra-telos
Of speaking aloud
Play house
To make love
Homebound
The opacity of wealth,
Diminution,
Lachrimae magnificat,
Amplificāre.
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