False Prophet Dispatch: Crown of Thorns

Video log — nocturne, 1 AM.

“Put your head on my shoulder.”
Phrase loops — human, tender.
A blue light hums in the studio.

Rubens painted the head hanging,
delicate and heavy,
still breathing?

Is the black goat / sheep —
the crown itself —
the pain of God?

a jade mask on fire

We make sorrow universal
to cultivate sympathy:
tender plants in a bloody garden.

Is Jesus Christ:
Son of Saturn (black cube)?
Son of Jupiter (golden eagle)?

Who spoke in the desert?

A sweet kite (Milvus milvus)
taken up in a lightning storm.

brick by brick

Somewhere, a halo of neon light
hums — drawing pale wings,
plants thick with thorns,
all reaching for what burns:
a love-sick hand touching
the moth-eaten edge of a miracle.

P.S. Notes from the edit bay, blue light still on — video.

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