Image Testament to Reality

Simmer, charmed vortices.
There is a big white cross
at the head of the lake
and a history of digging
for goodness sake.

Spun resist spin, 
dizziness cannot respond
to temptation
for forward is backward
and then upside down.

It was a small crowd.
Slightly hungry.
Love and fishes.
Loaves and wishes.
Sentences parried feelings
to bring regard
to higher things
whose certainty belied
the depth of abstraction.

Concrete can be manufactured
while faith is a project
that has no steps
only lying down
and letting the water
wash over the top of the nose.

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