Inscribed in the palms of his hands
Fortified and secured in the highest
A soul wearied by lies and injustices
And prideful boasts' unceasing sneers
In pain and utter terror now watch
The wind blows, the flood sweeps
And the fire burns, and the wicked pray
To be raptured from their sins and filth
But mocked and prayers turned to curses
And from embittered hearts vile evil flows
Against each other in mutual annihilation
Thus cleansed and good inherits the Earth

I wake reciting lines
mouthing syllables
I thought were gone

Coldly raging
at the same hollow loss
on the edge of my dreams
you are turning away

How does it feel?

It feels like my child-dreams
the soundless screaming descent
into bottle-green dark
as the light recedes to a halo
I know I am dying

I wake drenched in this
my thoughts turn you over
and over and I ask
Could I ever have read you?

I leafed through you, yes
then put you aside
left your pages
fluttering


27/12/20