streams

Outside a church a girl with permanent mine deep scratches on her face silently sells me matches-I light a match and through the round church window I see a crucifix propping Gods eye open- the earth his spinning eye-the cross and eye bridging time-humanity's leap into a new religious paradigm; cross and earth meet, man's divine awareness is complete.That night I light two matches beneath a full moon and place my hand beneath the flames and see God the hooded falcon and Jesus his falcon-they cannot see the fire in the eyes of each other. Dreams were my bird of prey as i slept- I was drawn to a wilderness where Christ wept nails and howled beneath a full moon. The wind caressed my wings and his hair- he looked into my eyes and intoned a prayer and rain-stones came down onto the plains and bounced off my bedroom window pane waking me-in the mirror I could still see the figure of Christ preserved within my eyes. I watched the TV and Jesus witnessed history in documentaries. Jesus returned in a dream, watched the earth in two streams and altered its history- ended poverty and war, then drank from the waters. After waking, this was replayed in my eyes- Jesus they would vaguely recognize and in return he didn't accept his reflection in the waters of the streams