Phenomenology of word by word
We take our time regarding not the sword
Not the sacrificial lamb and not the slide rule
Nor what is known: but what a baby sees…
How nice it were without the prejudice
Of biblical or philosophical stone
And having for authority our eyes
Our ears our senses rhythm of the words
Original thought expressed in living verse.
We say the night is rainy and pitch black
No word may pierce but feels wet on our skin
Cold and wet and nakedly alive
Put up our hood and duck inside the taxi
To take a ride to nowhere anywhere
And wait the leaden sun and ruddy leaves
Ears open for the railroad tracks beyond
Celestial railroad when we ought to walk
Sowing word by word a crop to reap
And share all revelation evermore.
robgradens 
For me, this metaphor is the heart of the poem and what will continue to resonate after I’ve left it:
We say the night is rainy and pitch black
No word may pierce but feels wet on our skin
Cold and wet and nakedly alive
Put up our hood and duck inside the taxi
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