Here is a deep think poem form me friend deep thinking Mounce! Have a Read!
protruding, off the shoreline.
fill up this wetly Easter dawn.
A kindly Irish man
who draws us in with smiles
and still-warm seasonal buns,
who could be Christ
and us his splinterings
sitting with our grateful splinters,
while the rain’s gentle onslaught
turns our sheets to limp ash.
Before the sleep where dreams may come
I did not know the weight of things,
nor my own longing
to be pressed in on all sides
by the eternal sea;
before he woke me up.
If you lift me up to your ear
You may note the roaring of water.
Now I know the hymns I sing;
once mythological in breadth –
gods chasing suns with flaming swords,
under ancient, terrified sediment,
fallowing up through leagues of ocean,
teams of demons.
and held by the text of stones;
stones rolled and stones thrown.
Can you muster all your strength to volt your stone
and show yourself,
This, then, is also one of the commandments.