Few dare to
moo at the
zoo.
They sit quietly
on their ***
in the grass
praising the
stench of the
pew.

What else can
they do?

Paradise within.
Sin vanishes with
the light.
The night has passed.
At last salvation and
reconciliation with
God.
Eternity in a drop
of water.
Forever in a grain of
sand.

Restless thoughts pervade
A slow rain begins to fall
Madness washed away

Wrapping my mind
around the blind
ambition of youth
The truth lies
between the
two extremes
of melancholy
and desperation.
Loss of sensation
follows the hollow
echo of mankind's
first glimpse into
eternity’s cataclysmic
abyss

No theology
And no ideology

The sound of one hand...