It’s so deep—a Thousand Fathoms

My teeth chatter—a silent pain. My soul wails—a vocal wound.

If not God—a catastrophe; and if not Spirit—a travesty.

Something surfaced heart; and something cried: Christ. My

Teeth chatter—a silent pain. Never such sun: benighted rain;

And never such night: illumination. I fall the cliff; and rise the

Moon: something—a star, and music-blood. Mother died—my

Voice; and father sighed—my soul. I vision, we perish,

Immortal; and hectic sin—our tutor. Bless me, my priestly

Host; and reckon, my crawling soul. Hail Mary—infinity; and

Holy—my Ghost. It’s so deep—a thousand fathoms: the sky

Is so small. Forgive—my raging youth; and pierce—my flaming

Breast; for so far—the grave; and so light—the Christ. My teeth

Chatter—a silent pain. My soul wails—a vocal wound. It’s so

Deep—a thousand fathoms.