the waking have one common world, but the sleeping turn aside each into a world of his own. It is not right to act and speak like men asleep. If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not find it.

–thomas merton

 

 

Before the mountains had been shaped,

before the hills, I was brought forth,

When he had not made the earth and fields,

or the world’s first bits of soil.

When he established the heavens, I was there;

when he drew a circle on the face of the deep,

when he made firm the skies above,

when he established the fountains of the deep,

when he assigned to the sea its limit,

so that the waters might not transgress his command,

when he marked out the foundations of the earth,

then I was beside him, like a master worker,

and I was daily his delight,

rejoicing before him always,

rejoicing in his inhabited world

and delighting in the human race.

–prov 8:25-31

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Our lady of rats

Our lady of wings

Our lady of smokes

Our lady of night

Our lady of smiles

Our lady of silence

Our lady of sickles

Our lady of womblight

Out lady of vulturine virginity

Our lady of vagina swamped

Oh with starlight and tears

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady of horsies

Our lady of love

Our lady of kaleidoscopes

Our lady of gold

Of stars and of blood

Our lady of laughter

Mother mine made of mashines

Our lady of lips

Our lady of dust

Our lady of dusk

Our lady of dirt

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady of horsies.

Our lady of destruction

Our lady of disolution

Our lady of desire

Our lady of deathage

Our lady who lays in the licorice night,

our lady who burns in the trickling night

Our lady of cancels

Our lady of candles

Of craps and of stoals

Our lady appearing.

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady of horsies

Our lady appearing in Rocking Horse Night

Our lady who falls and falls again into fields of rape

Our lady of breathing, of breaths

Who holds me in her secret cold spaces

Our lady who wheels in sadness

Our lady who waits in silence

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Our lady who speaks in the dark

Our lady of horsies.

Our lady who dances in gaps

Our lady who dances in emptiness

Our lady of thorns

Our lady of sores

Our lady of wounds

Our lady of aid

Our lady of love

Who waits always through all pain

Our lady of loves and of lovers

This is the signature of all things,

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady of horsies

Our lady of rape

Our lady of the rape

Our lady of the lost and the hopeless, the forgotten

Of the conquering and the conquered

Of the sightless and the starless

This is the signature of all things,

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady

Our lady of stalls

Our lady of mangers

With the world in her womb

Our lady of gallows

Of crickets and robins

Of rough and raw roaring

Of the silent and circling

Of the stags and the deers that wait in her forest

And:

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue in teeth

Our lady of trenches

Our lady of leverance

Who suffers in all things

Who rejoices on all things

Who gives birth to all things

Who gives death to all things

Our lady of purpose

Of hiring and hearing

Our lady of deaths heads

Of fools and of gold

Aneamic laughter of lady of cries

Of lady of christ

Our lady of crutches

Who waits for me at the end, the end

When I fall she shall wait for me

Our lady of smiles

Our lady of hope

All my love for you burns strong

You shall not desert me

 

 

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