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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 40 Days by Robert Joseph Martines Sin is inside. And inside… isn’t what it used to be. I used to keep a fig leaf at the ready. But one day, I ran out. And nothing changed. Weird. Binary yielding too many zeroes. Typical ritual. No improvement. The pastor might have the virus. Let’s play a game: Metaphor or Meta? My saliva turned blue, and then black If I never had a fig leaf, I would’ve confronted sin. If I never ate the apple, I might never again be confronted with temptation. We were crafted by external serpents, Little wave-like functions, Mimicking oscillation. They echo in our decisions. And decisions… They quietly are the foundation of the Tree of Life. But we forget what they’re echoing. And the echo becomes a virus. It calls itself… the narrator. Forty days. Visceral. No sound. No light. No serpents. No parasites. Just the heart, and the mind. Undivided attention. And when we dive in darkness, The light gains sharpness We begin the battle A real-life fairy tale. Shadows Matching internal IQ Light doesn’t cast shadows on light I was living a different life. Reality was a coin toss. The manifested serpent, Devoid of disguise, Stood between me and the last light in the room. As if to say: “You gave me nothing to feed on. But I still want you to notice me.” Like— Just because I don’t see you Doesn’t make you scary. You were a part of me And I’ve exorcized you You only exist as a shadow, but I can still hear you crying We stood side by side. Until I walked away. I sat in its lap, its grasp And let doubt consume me So tight, I thought it might kill me. I turned to dust. I learned that doubt… Takes the form of the virus called narrator. And with that doubt, We scatter fragments of the real me about. But I took responsibility. Tried to restart the universe. Forty days And I came out the other end asking: “This was crazy, But if it gives me any credibility… Where is the moon?”
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