"a universe that eats and drinks itself..."
--Allen Ginsberg
The body of Christ has a voice
One voice from many
Harmony is consonance and dissonance
Dance and disaster
The y-axis of holy sound
One way we know we are one
The body of Christ has a beat
x=x=x
It vibrates at regular intervals
The body of Christ has sex
Loves itself with a rhythm
Self. Other. Self. Other.
We oscillate, we radiate,
we sing our fossil fate as we transform
into our larger selves
I am. We are.
I am. We are.
I am. We are.
And we are all together
We feed each other at arm's length
We bump and grind
We digest nourishment, each from the other
In pairs or Pangea, we learn to love well
We sing inside each other's voices
We smell each other's smell
We die and are reborn, God's compost,
the sound of the bell
Not because we fear the flames of hell
But because we yearn to love well