Boundless Body

 
From the places where all veins meet,
          these welling lakes within...
 
Oh, beating seed of light!
            drowning lungs
                  in prayer,
Growing flowers bright
            from all these
                  bones.
 
Your crying sound,
            in the heart of a broken man,
Still dreaming on park benches,
                  (are you my brother)
                  thinking
            "oh, Dark Days,"
Collects nickels in plastic,
            shaking cup-worn
                  hands.
They (his blessed tears) arrive like
                  long-forgotten Lords,
                  draped in now
            loosened robes.
 
In the silence of this
                  mine
                  and yours...
We find each other (here)
            beneath
            the darkness.