The big lacuna
At the centre of the universe
Ever expanding unity
Ever demanding
Were it not truancy
It would be felt, it's ruling
Knees bent, the royal patchouli
Come as it pulls us into itself
And leaves our minds a spiral
Inspiring, and kept to ourselves
Conspire, the reason - riveting
Bouts with recent regrets, rousing intimate stress confounding, the pacemaker settings
Our hearts are left clinging for help
And nails puncture the flesh, dragging red across chests
Imagine a hand on a neck, to process love as a threat
Heads bowed, creep through unrest
And prayers that lay on our breath, untimely
Totally met, each moment, grimey
Exterior swept, by incense
incessantly blessed, by features
These creatures are calling to Mecca
Turn pilgrim and pay off the debts
It's like breathing, this Eden
currently clenched, fall either or see aether
It's been there since you left
The Big lacuna, blacker than hell