I visited the church of the nonbelievers
where willingly I sat covered in flailing polar agitations
sputtering in repetitious gestures of humility and flamboyance
spotlight reverence offered in recognition of a true flame set alight by fable
preciousness lured to a precipice
beckoning relief and preservation
and the work begins when mouth is offered
clearing wires now engage
all piercing deep as a clenched jaw is shot with crackling current
the bite issued in the darkest of frozen ground
deep in shadows of towering neglect
in attempts to infuse an odd and rare flame with conflicting "whips of opinion"
this choral cacophony negates every sense
eyes pierced blind
sounds shrilled to bursting deafness
teeth pulled
tongue removed
hands chopped
sex sewn
the surgery of enlightening
pulls from the recollective gallery of the mind's theater
words gushing outward in type
measured by half a revolution of snaking
as a budding flower is plucked
as vase is now grave
as certain as fictions fracture
with movie set sugar glass glory
the vacancy of real waking action
honey smeared on shards
delivered in dilapidated definites
as hot hurried air emanates from the cupidinous
in an attempt to fuse initial charm's glory
into a collection of stained glass
now grasping at self gratifying rushes
with every flick of that common tarnished tongue
melting the figurehead iceblock
oozing unsightly revulsions
pouring from the cracks to fill the hollow of the relieved chimera
delved into any other as anomaly became common
evident vapid now satiates vapid
sparks the withdrawal and retreat of the odd and rare
set to secure it's singularity in trivial commonalities where the flippant are sure to disregard
the no longer numbed congregant
rid of any clutched echoing figments
rises from the pew
Set to continue to seek the truest unencumbered hour on a revamped stage
the theater groundlings continue to bawk, boo, hiss, ooh, and ahh
and the day begins in a billowy amnesia
...
My dear, is it not all simply a theater of facades?
