Madness of Divinity
Shallow, unremarkable
as we await the transcendent.
Cold, ruthless
Hammer of deceptive presence;
Aloof, Ambivalent
Shoulders cast in bronze;
We await the transcendent.
Heart of darkness, unbreakable
Callous, shameful
Drifting upon soundless waves
crying to be heard,
it awaits us,
Hurry toward itīs presence,
cast over your card of service,
long for a great discipline of mindlessness
that creates nothingness
calling it goodness.
Trite,Trivial,
ancient wastefulness,
The cost is higher, transcendent,
leaping forth, to catch upon this stone,
a hardening and sorrow filled
night of storms that crush
through the underbellies
of the destroyed.
Lower yourself down into
its' pit, craving the waste
of naive youth and worn soul.
Trust not in the evil that men do,
Seek not that which might sustain,
cry out low in the desert sand,
craving heart and bleeding
too hot for that crown.
Breathe the dust of stained earth,
Lost.
Gratitude
Filter through the frozen heart,
the unbrokeness of the deepest heart,
the molten ash of that which
will not be sustained
in this place of cost and harm,
where no thing is saved
and every lost thing
shall remain, undoomed,
untouched, ever broken,
and dust worn beneath this
Grave of the gods,
where they lay unbroken,
unmoved, untouched,
like a viper dragon waiting to consume,
though it no longer hungers
for the taste.
May, 2003 by J.K.M
