Gabriel

Gabriel

 

This mystery has no solution,

hence films or transcripts

will not capture ours.

 

Soul winks at being,

glides from the Otzar

“We can save the world,

 

our oyster,” says Gabriel.

How strange love holds defeat:

How we embrace a penalty

 

kick gone wild, how we

splay before a striker, then

scatter like sparrows.

 

“And they’re aphrodisiacs!”

Venus on the half-shell spooked

Savonarola. Even the spiritus

 

mundi fractured became whole

when confronted by the chirps

of pearl infested mollusks.

 

Those desert oysters elude even

the most dedicated hermits.

“How great is that?”