Occult Messaging on Holy Saturday
[If you are reading this sonnet on a mobile phone, it will look best if you read it in landscape view, but maybe you should turn it to portrait view to see the painting by Salvador Dali at the end.]
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The boat is talking
With the shore, the ship with pebbled
Beach. How long the day.
~ Shiki
The boat is talking to the shore, the ship
With beach. The language used is silence or
Some tongue refusing to explain. The lip
Of Christ is just as cryptic both before
And after he was buried in that tomb
Refusing to be silent in itself.
He lies there silent in that rock-bound room
Just like the ship and shore, there on his shelf
Competing with their conversation, hushed
In their eternity. They do not care
About our Tuesday lives. Their words are rushed
By nothing. Intuition leaves them bare
Of coded mind telepathy. We’re left
To guess the syllables and hidden heft.
