T H E E N D C O M M U N E

FEARFUL LEAP OF FAITH

I have no trust in these eyes ---astral bands of rapists---

eyes of greed, eyes of thirst, eyes of arrogance

to define the ancient secret-clusters

that squirm like pits of snakes

at the base of my inmost organization;

i do not recognize the professed authority,

by which they claim to do so.

c a l l i t a l e a p o f f a i t h

i am the earth on which myriad serpents slither;

the livestock graze my pastures

and their hooves

trampe what i am...

i am the weather and all the hungry storms;

i am vindictive whirlwinds of school-shooters

high on the dirty meth of resentment,

and the nurturant gestures of nuns in warfields,

lethargic with the stupor of selfishlessness---

the premonitions of diabolical cyclones

go off like IED's of ideas ---

on the retina of the soul...

i feel it within myself an atmospheric irregularity

that blows rationality off its feet, cumbersome and stern as it may often be;

something happened a while back ---

i could not muster bringing anything back with me,

but be sure i went

where even impossible algebraic equations made sense

and the cabbalistic ciphers of existence

revealed what was hidden

not in intent, as if solemn,

but as a consequence of the natural order of chaos

by which laws it most often (but not always) adhere to.

is the concept of religious mystery really such absurdity

compared to that which we already know?

it is mediocre logic

and i am deserving of better.

tender science --- french my throat ---

my tongue is rancorous with the bitter gall of skepsis.

science is a foetus

and is essentially the observation of natural reality ---

though natural reality is folded in layers

within patterns

within structures

within --- perhaps --- nothing

as we know it;

reality is complex

and layered in unfathomable weirdness,

and, besides, science is, and was, never

irreconcilable with religion or the profundity of mystery.