Sparrows at my feet,
I cast crumbs. I am in Bath,
waiting for Toby.
Toby is dead, the
sparrows are dying off—-grief
wider than the sky.
The porous space be-
tween mortals and immortals
requires that an ‘ec-
static communist
realist’ minds us and
Toby’s fat sparrows:
and so I’ll go with
it. After Socrates died
Plato wrote true myths.
The phrase ‘ecstatic communist realist’ is offered as a possible way of seeing God in light of ‘agapeic minding’ in William Desmond, God and the Between, 326.
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