Why not be an anarchist for love?
Explode as gently as a rose.
Can Krishna’s sky be scrawled on a wall?
Does Mary appear in a fractal of shattered glass?
The face of chaos, like the face of the Beloved,
is too beautiful to name.
Jesus burst the wineskin of God’s law.
Now it’s time to burst Jesus; he won’t mind.
Burst Marx, Jefferson, Obama; split open the left and right.
Let them seep into each others vineyards.
Your wild heart could make this world dance naked,
crushing every kind of grape in one barrel.
But first, ferment your marrow, distil your blood.
Wake up beyond the madness of two.
Don’t be drunk or sober.
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