WAILS OF THE WRAECCA [Part I continued]

If it be your incomprehensible Will

To grant me clarity of vision

Keenness of insight strength and courage

Of Spirit to strive submit and heal

I'd be done with demons persuasive

Of generation for propagation

Of the false images of god they engender--

Blood-soaked before Your anguished prescience

True Ineffable One distant beyond

The cartoon god I've life-long cursed in

Abject self-hatred afraid to amend

Dubious of repentance and frightened

Of my fault--to You I plead

The blight of the Usual--its folly

And calamity--indifferent as to my proximity

Long as the painful farce can finish

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We storm our bogus imaginations

Crazed with consciousness

Limited to the skull

Leaving no lament when chafing

The borders of our unique exiles--

As the world teeters absurdly on angered edge

With wails rising to the imagined Infinite

Which answers with silence so consuming

Even the surest steadiest faith trembles

In contemplation of its depths

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Now the burning bolts of righteousness

Slice the sky with ozone and light

And at last I change direction

Not knowing where as long as it is away

From where I've been dangerous in the open

A bald spot singed into the top of my brain

My will like a pile of ash in my mind

Awaiting flight in a gust of ordeal

Now the fire of judgment manifests itself

Revealing holiness in squiggles of afterglow

Snaking quickly over and disappearing on

The charred residue of consequence

The air itself moves over the remains of Man

And his works blowing them consumed

And wasted incomprehensible into

A vaster desolation beyond consideration

Now by dying flash I move against this wind

Across a life razed by a blood-thirsty justice

Depleted of any delusion and any hope

No place to rest and no place to hide

And somewhere far off in my field of vision

I see a glow intensify by degree and I know

Whenever I get there I'll endure again this upheaval--

God administering those bolts of righteousness

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Lord I guess I'm done

If so may I not tarry here

If not may I not tarry long

End of Part I.

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