Iconoclast

i made supplication to my heart to my very heart thudding and flopping chambered apart i prayed to the flesh how the spirit gives way i set up my altar i found beasts to slay i asked only that the beat would go on my glistening, grinding red organ song but the flesh made no answer as if by design the Universe tune is ever so fine i smashed up my idols i burned up my books i cast to an early grave the high and proud looks and the Universe met me there and It said, “I’m Alive” and It beat like a steady heart that was keeping good Time and It entered pact with me a civil cease-fire after It had destroyed me and a new breath inspired i’m cutting my ties again i’m burning those old bridges around the world and home again i’m making decisions