new creature

ancient savage wisdom,

oft sought and offered pleasure

built up upon concrete,

devised in wandering hearts

opened to infinity, an ever deeper insight

into the darkened wasted soul

of those whose eyes are cast on flesh

redundant repetitions

regarding not their sources

not knowing that they fight against

a changeless, unmet need.

the sky is just above them

the earth is just below them

the trees are nothing more than

what they've always been.

unopened hearts disgruntled,

cleaving one to another

in desperate fleeting contact

and momentary pleasure

obsessed with naked bodies

and manufactured poisons

and lies sprawled out on paper

recited by beautiful voices.

running madly, angrily

hating That Which They Refuse To Acknowledge

killing one another

unwillingly killing each other

in the search for temporal power

giving up glory

in search of some small honor.

and I am one of them,

through certain circumstance;

although within me dwells the Truth,

which sought me from eternity

who brought me into eternity

who is and was and is to come,

to burn and take all suffering.

so now, no longer savage

though the body wars with God

and tries to throw itself into the fire

at every opportunity

just like everybody else's.