Fermenting Enigmas
Grow unchanged as
Inherent guilt
derives,
Deceiving their own
Peculiarities
And then
You’ve
created your own church, one
That bears a
foundation made of wood, there,
For now, until,
perhaps, true wisdom one day
Is granted and
understood, layering the base
In cement and marble
tiles
If and when that day
comes to call, it will then be
Easy, to drop the
match and burn down it’s every pew,
Alongside all the tenets
you ever knew
Well-dressed in
nakedness, you seek
That lake, the one, so
easy to consume, you, wholly,
Absolved from all inadequacy,
fostering a bed
From which the seed
can promote, outward
Growth blessed from
inner hope
And here, those
enigmas, now fully steeped, disarm these anxieties in which you’ve so often
spoke upon…. breaching the intuitive portions previously unexposed…for fear
they’ll call you crazy
great piece man...from the second stanza into the third is my fav...how we build those churches and find ourselves burning them down as well...there is much freedom when we do as well...
ReplyDeleteOh the cat would have fun burning it down. The big man may frown, but he'd still do it with a grin hoping for a slap on the chin at most when entering the pearly gate coast. Yeah went off there, as far as actually giving a care to what others think, pfft the cat just walks off and doesn't even blink.
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece Fred = well-dressed in nakedness - taking down the edifice. Really interesting piece. k.
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