Jacob wrestled the human form devine
Struggling among the earthen shards in dust
Grasping and gasping, rasping: “it is mine”
Along broken skin
Blood ran sanguine
Descending lower, descending only,
Into a valley of this world,
Falling and brawling, calling: “give it me.”
Grinding to rust
The body to dust
The near forfeiting hand lifted to ether
Plunging down to the ground, the place it found,
Tearing and blaring, swearing: “I better.”
Though sinew collapsed
Jacob surpassed.
Rosy fingers spread over the sky’s vault
Pointing to the end of the night’s trouble.
He, breathing and seething, “I shall exalt, for
Along broken skin
Blood ran sanguine”
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