what have i compared to one
who has looked into the eyes of God
and fingered the contours of His footprints?
p r o x i m i t y…
closing the distance
between my mind and divine purpose:
to “flash and shine artistic” with pen
like a madman handling blades
with the intentions of bleeding
humanity of its impurities,
restore order of Theocracy
deemed unfit by ingrate
dissenters/dis-members…
above, Faustus’s severed fingers
perform decrepit dances
across the outskirts of Time,
food fare to temper the
appetites of errant angels—
clumsy, hubristic—9 days tumbling
about closed belly of the Godforsaken...
light bearers governed by
thoughts of dark endeavor,
waking feverish from dreams
of feebly fondling cosmic strings,
self absorb themselves out of existence…
dead stars with defaced countenances
strewn across Time like space dust
from the trails of meteors.
masters of the void
plummeting, celestial
collisions.

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