zaac

Clouds and tinfoil in my mind
struck down by shock and fear
tempered enough by experience
to make it terrifying

Statues of words
lattices built in thought
crocheting the most subtle
of armor
as if to bid a cynical smile
to custom

Trying to hold on to 3 dimensions
til i find a handle on the 4th
I smile remembering...knowing
that the grim reaper is just
a child in halloween wear

Pushing the door
of the jackals kitchen
Riding on the light
God passes on the evidence
of promises burned in blood

On the table of the Master
Laid bare to be rebuilt
Shocked into natural anesthesia
too smart to buy the guilt

Transfuse the light, shake the mountain
Revive the heart, if not restore
Shapes and logic are merely pundits gone
In the mirror behind my face.

Benny

What a reflection of spiritual...favorite line is 'knowing that the grim reaper is just a child in halloween wear. Very deep, very good. LIke this one!