Animal skull mouth
Bride to loneliness
Upon cliff top watch
I return to you

From the sea
From the sea

From me, I see
I see.

If you brew the perfect cup of tea each time
By taking the exact temperature of the water,
And measuring out the powder,
It ceases to be perfect.
It ceases to be anything at all.

She shook like a leaf
And she rolled and she slid.

Now we woke up to the sound of that
Now we cool to go around like that.

Now we laying down peace bricks one-by-one,
Red
Clay of the earth
Well-nourished .

Boils over
As god’s soggy **** reeks out from
The unbuckled Bible Belt of
America.

Take lashes to your
Crooked
Spine, for
Our thoughts and prayers
Go out, this night,
To the unburdened
Minds

Adorned
In crimson. (Read : red baseball hats)
Crowned
In thorns.

As each day passes,
It churns.

Weep for your daughters
Bow for your sons


////

And now we find that
Spoiled milk drips
From
Plastic ****.

//

A dying exhalation spooks out from the cracked and bloodied lips of the
Earth .
And      the

Saints
***
Marching in-

Devouring each other,
With gleeful religiosity in the dim light of our final
Awakening ,
While the very concept of humanity itself
Is being torn apart and
Reborn


Our final prayer :
May g0d’s children
Be
Hit by an f-350 full of unsecured
Kitchen knives.

A human’s religion
Is its most beautiful
Story

Itself,
The author.


It tells of
Us.

What
We are.



A
Seeker of
Truth .

Fooler of
All.



What are we doing?

said Odysseus, “i was meant to be a
sailor.”

The secret is
Active rest

Just as water seeks its level,
So too, do the oceans
Churn.

A humble god
Would chose to be powerless
Seeking only to observe and learn.
A god which is not humble, is not god,
For selfishness and self service is a folly belonging only to that of the living.
It is the natural byproduct of the need to provide to one’s self in order to sustain and survive.
It is the folly shared by all living things:

I must take
Such that I may live.

To remove mortality
Is to remove any native proclivity for self service,

Therefore, a consciousness which needs not,
Asks not, and takes not

Does not seek to introduce, nor extend, the influences of its own
Will
Externally.

A humble god
Simply
Observes it’s own
Breath

As it decays
Into

Nothing .

Rolling downward ,
With the simple
Ease
Of
Gravity.