I am not a denominator of original sin,
some remnant or aftermath of fallen grace.
Indeed, I am hardly human at all.
I live in the spaces between breath and mist,
where gravity dares suspend its hold
and all matter slips away until nothing matters.
I pour drinks so I can afford to drink.
It pays my way towards the dead-end
now occluding the avenue that used to stretch
beyond it.
I am not a believer in disorganised action.
Each moment spent in self-destruction
was thoughtfully done to bring about art and demise.
I live in the moment between charm quark and decay,
where gravity falls to weakness
and all that matters slips into temperance.
I eat only to satisfy appetite.
It tastes of nothing but the dead-ends
that now occlude the avenue that used to stretch
far beyond me.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
I am not a denominator of original sin,
some remnant or aftermath of fallen grace.
Indeed, I am hardly human at all.
I live in the spaces between breath and mist,
where gravity dares suspend its hold
and all matter slips away until nothing matters.
I pour drinks so I can afford to drink.
It pays my way towards the dead-end
now occluding the avenue that used to stretch
beyond it.
I am not a believer in disorganised action.
Each moment spent in self-destruction
was thoughtfully done to bring about art and demise.
I live in the moment between charm quark and decay,
where gravity falls to weakness
and all that matters slips into temperance.
I eat only to satisfy appetite.
It tastes of nothing but the dead-ends
that now occlude the avenue that used to stretch
far beyond me.
©
On living outside of organised religion, whilst science offers little to describe the self.
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