I proselytize
For a new mythology
With a gasp and groan.
People I don't know:
I might crucify myself
For all these strangers.
Inaccessible;
Turn crucible sweet with work
And wake at manger.
Must find the lady,
Cast her down, find Narcissus;
Teach him to atone.
Cain, Prometheus.
Mood colors a mountain day,
Forges with cold hands.
The earth high can see
Serene deaths at silent sea.
All the quiet lands.
I proselytize
For a new mythology
And worship alone.
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 6:55 PM UTC
I proselytize
For a new mythology
With a gasp and groan.
People I don't know:
I might crucify myself
For all these strangers.
Inaccessible;
Turn crucible sweet with work
And wake at manger.
Must find the lady,
Cast her down, find Narcissus;
Teach him to atone.
Cain, Prometheus.
Mood colors a mountain day,
Forges with cold hands.
The earth high can see
Serene deaths at silent sea.
All the quiet lands.
I proselytize
For a new mythology
And worship alone.
© Cody Edwards 2010