Sacred Scale

Consumed by nostalgia

A kind of deserted home sickness

Where certain threads 

Invent the lowest of sands 

Beggars pause

Covered in the goo of seed’s rest

The ancient assault kneaded animal forms 

A perpetual repayment 

Knows the secret of it’s fruits

And hides them well

We define hell

Only to seek salvation 

Only to hide from fear

The spectacle 

And the suspicious, tallest gods

Of thunder and lightning 

Demonizes imagination  

The permissions of evil 

An undoubting sickness 

We exchange the superstition of guilt 

For discipline of self 

For spirit’s unstrengthened by violent victories 

For what was bound to grow out of our bellies 

Lights removed

Can man remain a bridge unto himself?

That which worlds are made of