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It is well        with my soul.

It is well with        my soul.

It is well like a soup.
 
 
 
the bucket of living a day in my life

is knowing it’s a soup.
 
               garlic,

                onions,

               tomatoes

               red pepper,

            scotch pepper,

                bell pepper,

           alligator pepper.

let’s not ignore the meat, that’s me[an].

If I say I’m the pork of most days,

will that mean that I’m conservative?

or that I have no beef left in me,

save for the soft bleached cowskins.

regardless I’m what is being cooked, the soul

of the soup, the chicken feet, & the rabbit ears.

So yea, it is well with      my soul in a soup.

It is well      with my soul in this soup.

but the dearth of faith inside me

when I say amen is also a well.

     clayed,

     big as a civil war,

unmistakable cos it’s raised on a hill

   like an obese nose,

     untimely,

     yet yielding to seasons.

So    It is well with my soul in November.

    It is well with my soul in July

     It is well when the soup is bad

    It is well when the well is dry.

 
                          we say the knife is dead,
                  or the mouth of the knife is dead
            because the death of the mouth is the death
          of purpose, or the death of the potency of life
        plumbed in the metric noesis inside its tongue.
      what we believe— a destiny must sing its course,
  regardless. the fire too, must burn its yoke of oxygen.
where I come from, the mouth is also a lethal weapon.
      where I come from, you cannot hush the gong
        of its pealing, unless the gong is not a gong.
      whatever silence the knife has learned in exile
      is self-taught in unused. so go ahead, my soul,
        follow the ancient achiever’s path, sharpen all
                  the knives the Blacksmith sheathed
                under your skins. sing, Spirit, through
                      the dreams, speak the harvest
                    through these efforts, & cut all
                        my fantasies to testimonies.