I looked
for symmetrical images on a page
to reveal the suffering sacraments of the sage
an easy path to some transcendent place
above this infinitely lonely space
I could find
a tasty recipe for baking one’s life
without really enduring the strife
that comes with every shuddering breath
as we allow ourselves to think of d_ _ _ _
I can write
this (w)holy horrifying WORD
that is really only heard
like the distant dance of a blaspheming butterfly
against a black and ignorantly blessed sky
I choose
to not scratch the letters nor utter the sound
of something so frighteningly profound
as the wretched writhing
of
nothing