"an illusion retained in shadow as to a moment unborn"
despair and hope
always together
blood and new life
this side is lighter and that side is darker
participate in the passion
co-existence of despair and hope
blood, death, and life
open to redemption
darkness into light
death passes into resurrection
despair comes into hope
it is now real
the end of darkness is not darkness
you have life after death
this is what I think
heaven is already present
a single truth
between life and death
articulated in different dramas
it's the same truth
collapse into it
it's already happening right now
it's even stronger
this is it
everything's pushed towards you
you are encountering this and becoming part of it
absorbing those who look upon it
* This is another found spoken word poem, which I have composed this time courtesy of Professor Gershon Greenberg and his Meaning and Purpose in the Arts class, from lecture and discussions of April 14, 2011. The same other stipulations which I mentioned as a footnote to my last found spoken word poem apply here.
** The title of this poem is an excerpted sentence fragment from Leo Steinberg's essay of artistic criticism about Leonardo's Last Supper, "The Seven Functions of the Hands of Christ".
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