All these faltering words:

just a deal
I made with myself
as a personal reason
to keep breathing;

my own
hermetic language
designed for discourse
with the Divine,
with Madness.

When you think
you are reading them,
you aren't.

Really,
you are only
eavesdropping.

Listen too closely and
the worms may begin
to chew.

Not my responsibility.

- mce