Birth of Heresy
You who have long planned your holy death,
porous, fierce, seraphim-like, deserve
defeats more than anyone else.
Finding a way out means opening yourself
up to greater darkness, abrupt sacrifice
is desired by both Heaven and Earth.
And they are the
to an incomprehensive end, we are thwarted
pilgrimages alongside that untrodden path.
Worn out is the tree of
Pale rejection, decrepit remorse! Lacking of
manifestation is this orchestra of angels!
O, human intelligence! Imbibed confidence
from vaporous chimeras, irksomely sobbing
the unteemed truth: God is loneliness.
2004-6-20
