patronized by mind’s illusions-
open doors become intrusions.
so bitter cold,
they crack your windows,
numb your soul.
And cryptic scripts do not explain
these bloated clouds that never rain.
Deprived of critical exposure
gospels false and foolish grow…
(yet questioned by a need to know).
Lacunas hide ‘neath painted plaster,
brick and mortar never mastered.
where stains have dried,
once filled with feeble,
Grace, humility reviled-
For they are God,
and God has died.
Hidden in their praise of others,
prickling, unrelenting envy.
these vehicles that go nowhere.
Continue on your pilgrim’s passage,
casting off the prophets lashings.
can poison palates,
kill your plants
and burn your houses.
Spinning flames that hypnotize-
these lies I cannot compromise,
and seeming pyres,
ground by boot,
are spurned to scattered ash