Creed for the drowned

Not everything we need
is granted. For instance,

there is the outhouse.
There is the boat

with its lock and oar.
When the sun shines

it says Love is brave.
We go and lie down

in our rooms
while calculating

the price of a bed.
Whose cries climb

the walls, dark-green
and braided with ivy?

From the bottom of the well,
a circle rimmed with light

is electric. Carve a number
with a side of chalk.

Tap out a message to that
prisoner our living

would most like
to survive.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Among the believers.

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