Out of mythology he come Carbon son The boat bearer His musculoskeletal living face Laughs and agonizes The way out of hiddenness He emerges Warning me The story has no end There is a mystery in the bottom of this Of these falls Who is the gardener Who is it that grills the fish What are those appearances all about Coming through walls Recognizing him Not recognizing him Hanging from a single chain Incense fills the air He releases me from claustrophobia Behind the thurible smoke He sings the evensong And I disappear He was not k**ed for who he was But for who he might one day become His head in the sands of obedience Eucharist factory of cells Mineral origin Quartz and feldspar He lifts his hands through crucifix Behind the waterfall People come apart The legs of the spider disappear