Like the Scars of Abraham

Like the Scars of Abraham

(or a response in real time)

Trying a response in

real time:

The way I see it

(Abraham and God)

it hasn't been transitively spoken yet

(God and the scars)

She explains to me then

passing his bear hands all over

my naked skin;

he's blinded. I'm laying

smelling the face of

ground

She only guides them, conveying

in me

like the scars of Abraham,

revisited,

a thousand of years of God like

heritage

condensed in thumbnails

I can feel the weight and the rubbing

of all his herd walking

the path of the

covenant

                        the backbone

a thin mischievous line

enduring the bites of discontentment

Turn around,

she invites me;

Not wanting to go any further,

I reply;

but she insists on

offering guidance;

so I accept,

as she sews me to earth

with honey forged silk

before proceeding with his

promised land

Search,

there between

end, begin, begins

the writing of the three major

rivers of mankind

stained with the scars of

Abraham

or

I try to escape

putting all my effort into

stop thinking

                 whose scars are these?

                 Abraham's, God's?

which I succeed by moving

collarbones, pelvis into one direction

nor south, neither west

but east, where the plain cities

fornicate human kind,

rendering his plea

at this point

all I desire is that this

a dream is

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