What’s the procedure?
What’s the procedure for this
the time is nigh for a muss with the head
and a fuss with the heart,
a friend by the doorway
and a sustaining look at a key
to the door of your head
and the start of the words coming through
the keyhole like terms of endearment
but not without the worry of times
spent in the loosehead mob
of the court and higher learnings
where they do not know how
to find an answer when all is about to see
that no one hears the words of the Lord
who asks not for the antiques but the real
named person who gave Him a bad name
for he is without killing and no one
can surely find the way to him in a bearing
like they use on the bookshelves for indexing
the author of their wares. For even in the world’s
books are there no use for the way in which
we see our lives about to finish without
knowing why.
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