Ceremonies of the Template

If I could comprehend the constant rhythm slow breath as if in one first soft impress the indefatigable resolution I embodied a warming tide habitant in a miracle extant of a souls immortal upon these initiatory eyes Such is the memory perpetual of first days creation gave with all the testaments of annunciation lay tiny feet on tiny birth and tiny hands upon mother earth in celestial dust reanimate I recalled of how this identification was a ceremony of the template Ritualistic Observance to Function Vagabond I become now wastrel nourished on glycerin lies with intimidations ragged voodoo doll in those weary eyes acid blood a burning on the gallows fear and every wish a vitriol denies I was ever here Have I seen too much enough celluloid to make it clear molding the unseen plaster-cast containing all the fractures of my life a tiny phantom of some last laugh a tiny instrument of the dirt societies tourniquet overwhelms sophisticated in its sense of scorn A natural trait to destroy ourselves is a credo we involuntarily learn the executed face of death before they were even born with no excuse but inequitable because lay tiny feet on tiny birth and tiny hands upon mother earth in celestial dust did animate I recall now how this conception was a ceremony of the template