A few scratches of petroleum-based
ink; swift motions of being and becoming –
the weight, the thrust, on the shoulders sisyphean,
of a name. 3Xs. Father, Son, H. Ghost.
Top and middle and bottom
and the date: the xx/xx/20xx to remember
a blink of death and the ‘Let there be…’
creation ex bureaucratus motion of ego, pen
fetishism and submission –
There and there and there
With each – F & S & HG – a threefold
thank you, thank you, thank you.
3Xs mouthed, as sincerely, as
humanly, as crowning with truth & glory
as those three, dry black swirls of petroleum.
