July 25, 2023

one might be understood

a feeling of inconsequence

as one supposedly undermines

ones energetic role as a

distraction, yes you can and

will express something in

words vague notion without 

depth a shallow thought in 

menacing a sculptured body,

infinite universe as big as our

ego's demanding attention, a 

reckoning of ones aching fear,

one ready, out to grab a hand

that pulls away

we seek a relativity of time for

the past is our future and the

present our past, the same unity

is present in us, our existence

ordered and placed seeking 

redemption we twist on the 

priest's words in silent

contemplation as he listens to

your sins, 

all eyes upon you, as you leave

the confessional with your rosary

in your sweaty hands for public

worship is a ritual, an arrangement 

of a repetitive service a blessing 

of our godly eucharist

our time unified and accepted in

our physical existence silence now 

is anticipated, as dark thought

holds nothing worth speaking

we flaunt our necessary savage actions

demanding nature, we move through

our infinite space oblivious to the

content of our voices once praised

for now, a mind moving forward with

hope and purpose not lying dead

without action or a need to defend 

our souls being taken and put to rest