mayflies.

brooding and breeding and braiding, and brooding
two small specks,
one speck,
spoke--
"i say live, i say live!"
speculate spectacular,
spaces splice sincerity,
"i say live, i say live!"



"i don't know how to do that."



He came that they may have life,

have   a    life.

and have it
               more abundantly.



abundance flows,
though,
they can't quite get right the contritite,
the spirit,

b r o k e n

of them selves.

no, not quite right
the wholly holy,

holy wholly thing.
can't quite get it down.
instead we go round,

round the bouts of buts and then's till when

we've withered and worn ourselves out.

now?

i'm down
to be donned with the least of these.

yes, all i ever wanted
was to be added unto thee.

to be added,
to add,
arithmetic that does not compute to fleshy eyes
through my eyes,
oh thine! oh thine!

have they seen the glory?

O, morning glories creep,
and

bloom.

as does the remnant left tangled in their vines.

remain in you,
i shall.

and life, too,
comes through.



to be two specks,
oh, rather,
to be a spectacle

of you.