Jeff's Poetry

god in a hole

April 27, 2026 · Temple

a full stop. but that's not satisfaction, just - hanging in mid air, feels wrong when feet should be grounded on earth. like a tree, with roots digging in, seeking water and the man tree tries to imitate a large trunk standing perfectly still by night. you can almost hear the breath, a faint movement in the air: slowly drooping, the drowsiness certainly resembles a moment near awakening - the ground rushes up, each blade of grass becomes an intense green though the green snake could really be any blade; tongue punctures my skin, euphoria and dizziness not that painful sore i anticipated. ouch. said the words out aloud before a blissful smile at the moon weighing my intentions; i began to dig deeper to find water trying to become a rabbit and hide out forever. it is more fun being a rabbit, with many exits, i could always build another - green in the face, i sought to capture the wise owl's hoot: telling me that i should stay in mid air. it's a time stamp, a frozen moment, nothing ever happens in that safe space. i know. i wanted to tell the owl that the poison tuned me into a green snake, i slithered about in brown earth: with eyes of a rabbit, always digging deeper till i finally hit wall. the wall stopped all air. i found earth holding tightly to me, maybe it mistook me her child; then again i just might be hallucinating when i became a green grass, found that being superficial wasn't all that shallow. beneath the earth, a rumble, damn rabbit made a sinkhole - swallowed up by the darkness with a rabbit munching away at grass. gave the beast a tummy ache: for there was no understanding of a rabbit's mind. it is all quite convoluted, all quite unnecessary. but the teeth like a saw, took every thought away. fevered nightmares, where the dead come back to life, why dig? each bone struck at the belly, each spell lasted worse than the last. each bone singing away to the god whose eyes are like the moon: doing nothing, just steadily fading when the earth closed up again. the air moves faintly, a breath from god, then venom vanishes and the racing thoughts quieted. it's a sanctuary, it's a water of life, the darkness stopped. where is god? in the cave, in the hole. mid air without feet touching ground, and god was there too. bones rattled. god was still there. a snake charmer, a snake's hiss, god still stood. and a wall of flesh cutting off. in a hole, a wall is just a wall. a sinkhole - and a see saw with one wall flying high up in the air. stick up mid way. rushing into the core, the man-tree-rabbit-snake thought-roots-race-cunning became one wall trying to talk to god. and god said: you do not understand my language. all quite plausible, so the wall became a hole, and the hole drank up everything misunderstood. and it was better than being in mid - air i say..

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