“and isn’t faith believing
all power can’t be seen?”
--josh groban, “to where you are”
origami silver webs the sky,
a net of folded stars, white like snow,
sandblasted glass,
icicled pearls.
the slaughter of light
gnaws at my marrow—
but God has whispered things,
the geology of ashes and jewels,
how an angel vanquishes death
by breathing,
the geography of stars—
and i am swallowed
by peace.


4 old applause
