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Mercy, For Robert


                  Kyrie!  Kyrie!   Kyrie!

you euthanized 
the cow and buried her
after helping
to deliver her calf
what can I say?  

The dogs I've put down 
have gone that way --dignity
in submission, 
                          the openness 
                          of their hearts

whoever bears witness 
to this becomes it

the real meaning 
of the sacrament is clear 
one must become 
the blood and body 
of the animal
we harbor
and harbors us

Cow-eyed Hathor 
mother of light 
the Egyptian heavens                  
the sun's rays 

                    from her udder 
                    her message 

and renewal
from her udderance


You are the shaman
You bring things into the world
You see them out
You are a container for the tears
   in things
   observer of the seen 
   and unseen

there is only this
what requires we reacquaint ourselves
with the world
what we saw from the inside out
to see again from the outside in
and then from all sides
at once

nothing matters more
than midwifing life 
and succor 
the foals you introduce 
to the milk
lay the tooth mother
to rest

good to be a part 
of what needs 
no further telling 
to honor 
             one who 
             draws from the well
             of insufficiency
as though it were

and so we shall do
for you what
we can

prepare your room 
and welcome 
you home

  Paul Pines__

Homage to the Horseman

At times I find myself
so full of grief it spills over

stronger than conviction
curiosity or epiphany
or the desire
for relief

embraces me like a lover
begs whispered secrets
a confidant who will
never betray a confidence
shared to anyone

finds me where
the moment is most vivid
makes it even more so
as I shed trappings
old age refuses to sustain
bare necessity
as a trifle

full-voiced in grief
grateful it
cares enough
to find me

  Paul Pines__

The Pharmakon, For Max Blagg

                                        You are well fitted into the world, 
                                        you have earned your place, 
                                        and know how to conduct yourself with grace, 
                                        and for that I feel the gods will give you favor.
                                                                             Love, Max

Jung spent his middle years
like Dante exploring
                                the underworld
                                to answer as closely 
                                as imagination
                                would allow 
the "decisive question"
are we related 
or not 
to something 

If ever there were an initiation
to such a world 
it's this one I enter 
                                 infused with chemicals 
                                 that are both cure and poison 
                                 pharmakon does both to me 
                                 at the same time 
a rabbit hole
I fall through 
a world where the borders 
of worlds dissolve

                                      but curiously not as expected
                                      filled with the fear of death 
                                      a walk through the valley 
                                      of the shadow 

                                                           I am David
                                                           without sling or kingdom
                                                           or certainty I might
                                                           think my way 
                                                           out of this condition

but find myself entangled in 
invisible roots of what 
is unknowable 
                           that combine 
                           to form structures more quickly
                           than I can hold on to them
                           am forced to let go 

                           stare for the first time  
                           into absolute

that held the world together
swallowed by 
that faceless face 


                         until it seems
                         I have no choice but to embrace it
                         decipher its message

nothing else to do on the way 
to a destination which 
has always been the center
of a circle squared 

suddenly realize
just how important it is
I fall in love 
with whatever  
I find there
  Paul Pines__

Museum of The Infinite, To Douglas

The museum of which you speak 
Douglas has no vanishing point
everything in the open 
no hide and seek 
for what explains
our journey
                          between meaning
                          and menace

like the God Particle
that links mind to 
              our universe one 
              of many nested in 
              a regressus
              of black holes

ends where mortality 
ceases to burden
the human heart

I want to stroll this museum
with you old friend 
as if we'd been here all along
watch the corridors of our 

               around portraits 
               hanging in plain sight
               without walls
               or frames 

  Paul Pines__

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