For Me A Beast

I celebrate my time

which I’m given from

that which I do not

know under the sun.

A book calls me dust

with life I am sewed

by an all ever present

God I’ve tried know.

Am I kneeling for it,

pain overcome by me,

it ruminates sunk in

oozes pride I’ve relief.

Elliptical forming arc

throwing around a sun

this sphere now I see

what I know undone.

Mute has our God been

I question my purpose.

The pain within it turns

and rises up to surface.

Conquering beasts see

we have been a plague

of bones that do break

with hearts full of rage.

All I’ve known is raw

visceral emotion stain

the inside my head I

in mirrors am so vain.

I do myself talk in my

head saying God dead.

I do not think it exact;

but him forgot instead.

Some words do remind

me I do find wind up in

the rafters happily ever

afters now see me sin.

As I move forward I do

remind myself so divine

are mysteries I breathe

that a book does define.

Words of hallelujah and

words speaking of peace.

Words that humble fires

that arise in me a beast.

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