and when god revealed himself,
they either were ignorant,
or they slept,
for the one that found and slept
bound dreaming meaningless
was found to be neither
father or redeemer,
               but prior to being asleep,
and upon waking, were
nowhere to be found,
however puritanical they found
themselves to be, ******, befoul
the sanctity of son unto mother,
daughter unto father,
    brother unto sister,
and sister unto cousin...
                              the secret you
keep: i'll ensure death forget,
so that you may take them unto
the grave, whether forgiven is a question
that's merely answered with:
should anyone remember:
i will ensure they will, forget!
      i will cause in you a mode
of memory that will be replaced
by amnesia, for i will not:
sacrifice my purity to be worth
comment of your
audacious transgressions!
filthy serfdom even among the
conglomerate of aristocracy!
                 i perchance the innonece
of sleep above audacity
of those immersed in the revelation...
the living live by chance,
the dead, gamble with chance...
only once upon death does
life reveal itself...
               and upon death
being revealing in life,
            does death bow,
in a revealing guise,
                  the lesser king,
and more a martyr...
                      no last but the lost
breath incubating itself in body...
a labyrinth of heart and the
otherwise inaccessible fault of the mind
imagining: res obretio -
the thing entangled -
              in the extension of psyche
bound to a deity....
              lost, labour, amassing in
the most frivolous...
                             can a sensibility be
managed, to recover from such a nuaced
phrase of language-d choice-d?
                 i better dip into marketing
a better suit of, disguise.