REBAPTISED (hypomanic)

James Clardy, Guest Writer

Blindfolds remove thyselves from faded mortal form,

Scar tissue three-strong and thee strong, thy strength,

Melts at cracked volcanic, sediment soaked rock,

And then! Lo!

Tide-pool bordering beating waves, rippling rivers riding rays of sun,

Sun!

Glittering golden globule, hung low above the horizon,

Lo! Singular figure, unassuming with gravity unforeseen, midst of all,

Rising sun, rising souls, rising from pews anxious, ready to be-

Him first, her third, I second,

Meet that emissary of gold,

Step- first step! Lo!

Hollow boned- full head-

Still in pain, but does that matter now?

GOLD! Sun drenched- baptised in fire,

Reprised from the mire, baptised on the pyre!

Darting fish- darting quick- slipping- slipping-

Met! First touch, priest-shaman-friend-saviour

Recitation. Slowed. Bathed. Bathed in fire.

Emerged a new man-

Eating peanut butter bananas as we watch the sky ignite-

gold.