all we know comes to us in fragments / crumbs from the table of gods who / may or may not exist.
all we love seeks us in fragments / droplets seeping through cracks /in the crucibles of alchemical experiments / gone awry.
wolf howling in the night / a lover with thirty seconds left /puncture in the crucified hand of Christ: collage bound together / by the sticky glue of ignorance.
concepts are tasted, swallowed / some are bitter, poison
cellular moments emerge / memories of soul selling
a map is painted / meanings slither away
spells give chase / cascading through breath streams
be kind to the words / give them the benefit of the doubt
urged towards the unknown / maybe you can’t come back / drenched in arcane / knowledge
you are baited, hooked /pulled back to the surface / flailing
when the requirements / of consensus reality / fracture / in the rubble /of once upon a time
gems tumble out / suddenly see life
you are struck dumb / and satisfied
you kiss the feet of this moment
you come unglued / identity left behind / in the dust (sacred dust)
a rough mind / divided by / fragments / does not equal / a veil on the face of god.