The last stone

Written March 11 2011


This is the final stone I cast into the dark, sky waters of faith.

Waves ripple the stars with the yearnings of a destitute soul

And land at the pillar where Satan made his appearance:

in my mind.

The packed dead recesses that make civilization alive,

The clay that is reused to sculpt sin,

And the hell that burns eternally as sun and moon witness ornaments

Humanity cracking from the whip of damnation of an opening oven door,

God, on what shelf do I stand on today

We ran in circles through the tickle of kind hearted grass

And drank from the silent spring that asked for nothing in return

This is the final stone I cast into the dark

Seldom did my soul surge in bounty of blessing

Rarely did religion rectify reward

But when the inner voice was strangled

And thunder replaced its scream

And I gasped because no word could save

The feeling of a bird flying at full speed

And realizing the meaning of freedom

When it smashes against the glass

and Dies

Or the fish whose tank mirrors infinite reality

And so they worship reflections within reflections

And call themselves free

Until they drown in life and float to the surface

To the boundary between this prison and the next,

When the inner voice was strangled

What word to scream except "Mercy"

This is the final stone I cast into the cold black of an empty shell

My own judge are my lips that move to tell sins on command

Freedom in mercy, faith in drowning

Submission is to sink

I am my last last stone