What knowledge man of the personality of God?
Breathing the intimate nature of the divine,
In hushed reverence, henceforth a presence
Of unnatural disorder bereft of sanctificiation.
I am below, I am king of worms beneath stars,
A gobbet of flesh from thy unknowable host.
See me now, how I spit on treacherous spirits,
See me now, curse the tomb of trust in ye men.
I reject his power as impotant and irrelevant.
A misreble spectre of endless irreverance.
Mark me now,
That I might wander.
Curse me now,
With bliss of nothingness.
Nothing! Nothing!
Nameless hole, loving savior!
Be here now. |
