What is it with Jesus lately,
everywhere inserting his name
into the spaces between and
the pauses and the cracks
in the world held in suspension
of what lies beyond or underneath
or between and looking down and muttering
as some say and wanting change but
powerless to effect it seemingly
or angry or tired, jet-lagged
from crossing back and forth
between wrath and sorrow
an executive with the gold watch,
bearing under the weight of it all,
waiting for the golden parachute
to erupt and begin again.
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