Strip Them Bone Dry
Strip them bone dry
Of myth
And find
How suddenly we all are blind
For man must believe
In something more than
Mere measurements
When all tangible visions
Like twin towers fall
In the audible abyss
Of their faith.
This self
From the serpent spiraled tree
Before the ashes
Of the Enlightenment
Fed us gall
This self
So longed to become
What it could not see
And raptured in rebellion
Brooked no authority at all.
I cannot subscribe
To myth as my alternative
To paradise
But I will something
Like an umbrella
Under which insecurity could crawl
Measure how finite
It compares to the infinity
Of its belief
And tumble down its Babel again
In utter delight
To tongue the rain.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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