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a poem i'm submitting for a grade in Freshmen Imaginative Composition class:
Vision
I had a dream
a night or so ago.
I dreamt that God had ripped open my chest,
opened my rib cage like a door,
and grasped my heart
with his rough, gargantuan hands.
He conjured up a knife
and cut the blood-filled arteries
that connected me to this wonder-
this Lifehouse- that kept me alive.
My heart was then laid on a table
and sliced, by the Father,
into quarters.
The first He hollowed out,
Of course, to fill with Himself -
to stuff in the Divine Presence
that would stalk my soul
every waking moment.
He threw the second in a freezer,
then melted it back into warm flesh
with the cries of a song.
The third He packed with notes -
crumpled little jottings and poetry -
from Sappho to Hughes.
He dipped the fourth in cheap perfume
and tossed it to the Dogs of Love
to tear and gnaw at
like some common chew toy.
Then, with those giant fumbling hands,
He sewed them back together
with a dull needle and frayed twine.
His angels encased this new creation in brick
and placed in back in my chest.
Before I left, He said to me:
"Be my eyes down there,"
and he touched my forehead.
I woke up that morning
and went about my business,
but as I walked to class,
I looked at the passersby
and realized
that everyone's eyes were sewed shut.
Vision
I had a dream
a night or so ago.
I dreamt that God had ripped open my chest,
opened my rib cage like a door,
and grasped my heart
with his rough, gargantuan hands.
He conjured up a knife
and cut the blood-filled arteries
that connected me to this wonder-
this Lifehouse- that kept me alive.
My heart was then laid on a table
and sliced, by the Father,
into quarters.
The first He hollowed out,
Of course, to fill with Himself -
to stuff in the Divine Presence
that would stalk my soul
every waking moment.
He threw the second in a freezer,
then melted it back into warm flesh
with the cries of a song.
The third He packed with notes -
crumpled little jottings and poetry -
from Sappho to Hughes.
He dipped the fourth in cheap perfume
and tossed it to the Dogs of Love
to tear and gnaw at
like some common chew toy.
Then, with those giant fumbling hands,
He sewed them back together
with a dull needle and frayed twine.
His angels encased this new creation in brick
and placed in back in my chest.
Before I left, He said to me:
"Be my eyes down there,"
and he touched my forehead.
I woke up that morning
and went about my business,
but as I walked to class,
I looked at the passersby
and realized
that everyone's eyes were sewed shut.