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Goddess & the 13 candles
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Is "Goddess" necessary?

It's the word I speak of, not the ineffable entity,

For a true God or "Goddess" cannot be contained

by a measly word-thing—

But this addendum to the infinite, to the uncontained:

this "-dess"

Like to say femininity is extraneous—

like a 13th hour—to what is an essential, defined

core...or even to say "God" is an incompletion,

a non-started, aborted in the mouth—

how can we make such a vulgar rhetorical

battleground of that which we claim to worship?

So, just God, is it?

Man and his limitation, his precious, gleaming

coin in that hollow purse called a mouth—

words: hot air escaping strange-formed

hot air balloons loitering the horizon

this way and that, inflated worth, these

words, if you ask me—heat and yet something less—

Where's the sense in the poet disparaging his

materials, his medium, his marble, his clay?

Who can say...in anything but more words, words,

words—borrowed, invested, divested, exchanged,

watch where they've been before you borrow them

on your tongue (else you might taste cocaine and

g-string).

God God God Goddess Goddess Godhood say it until

all meaning is lost and your prayer might start

getting somewhere, rising and rising like

a holy woman's heat in a chapel

or her 13 candle-flames.