I was in Greece for a few weeks, and just now catching up with everything.
Dargie, will comment on your poem shortly...
Blue Sky with Teeth
It was after dark in Athens, inside the taxi
we moved into a darker night
soon to be early morning after a full moon
skirting the Acropolis and its dark runes
whose workers-in-arms had locked the gates
betrayed by a promise to access Europe’s rooftop
and this latest wave of dear invaders-
Venetians, Ottomans, Germans, Americans-
marble paths glow slick with the tread of a thousand years
gripping the wheel, the toothless driver sighs
people only believe what they see and hear
though born on this Earth
I am 30% from here and 70% from the stars--
we are each tripartite, a compound of body, soul, and mind
the Devil owns the organs
but not the Soul,
from the Soul he can be barred,
exiled through prayer--
My room at home is barely larger than this taxi
I lie awake alone and try to imagine Him
the Christ who came to earth
for a little August vacation, just like you--
He cast no shadow even at noon on the hottest day
because he is Light
Here and Nowhere and Everywhere at once,
had He been weighed then, He would have weighed nothing
being lighter, being Light itself--
Our sleep is a practice death
our sleep makes life possible
just as death does--
and as the Encephalos combines
signals from all organs simultaneously
so does the Greater Power align all and everyone--
seven billion signals of the Universe into one
We sped along a corridor
that had just opened--
was I conversing with my dead father,
with a toothless taxi driver, who was taking me where--
I didn’t know
(Encephalos
is Greek word for mind)