No cruel
mouth, no eye,
born in the deep
heat
of the sulphur
plumes
of the
Mariana Trench,
no words to
implicate, only
an outline
of fearful symmetry.
We know but
we do not speak,
we belong,
reciprocate,
our secrets
safe in silence,
we treasure
an uncensorable symbol,
twenty-seven
letters of power.
no
intellectual property to steal,
nothing to
offend – an acrostic:
ησοῦς Χριστὸς
Θεοῦ Υἱὸς Σωτήρ*
Augustine read
it, reflected,
and
understanding
made it part
of his confession.
*Jesus Christ, Son of
God, Saviour.
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