I have followed frail phoenixes; hoping for a glimpse of their face
I watched as they fell, awaited their triumphant rise,
And wondered if suspended specks of floating ash are all I'm gonna get
I sought Thor's hammer
I searched for the hidden temple
I called on the mystery
And demanded polarity
I thought the silence was disapproval
I wailed and let blood flow from open sores
Thinking it would be lapped up in a grateful frenzy
I was but a gruesome spectacle
Oh, frail phoenix
A grandiose contraption, to be sure
"You will know them by their fruit"
He said
(If at all possible, please take this cup)
So now I follow the fruit
Though it drops from a tree I will probably never find
Does the branch seek the trunk?
Should the roots look for the bark?
Is the hand best used by searching for its arm?
Frail Phoenix
Rather
Enjoy the succulence
Be enriched by its flavor
There you will be
"Where two or more are gathered
There I am also"
Come and Live
