Rice Christian Geese

Rice-Christian geese
Professing to reverence man
Attentive to hand
That may throw or bestow
Neglecting to graze
Fearful to lose
Least portion of sacred dough
There is none
Faith abandoned
Into the grey go they
In the final moments of day

Spaces

Can anyone claim to understand
The pain in the heart of another man
Hear his clumsy words
But don't presume to know
Because the words he does not use
Are the ones that show ...

Our words tell half a story
When spoken like we mean them
But more by far is understood
From spaces in between them

Be careful what you say
Your intent will find a way
To fill the spaces in between
Revealing what you really mean

Don't protest "I didn't say ..."
When spaces give the game away ...

More By Far By More

Show me that canvass
On which the quarks play
Smaller by far - smaller by far

The infinitesimal may not divide
Itself into infinity
Reduction will eventually
Have driven the fluid away

What shall remain - the frame?
Over which the canvass is?
Upon which the master painted
You, me, this day

I believe that you know
The nature of paint, pigment, hue
Viscosity - brushwork too

But you know not all - answer me
What of the canvas, the frame
The easel on which it stands
The floor

For there is more
More by far by more