The Endless and Wretched Flow

THE ENDLESS AND WRETCHED FLOW


I live each day in darkness

each night I breathe the light of false humanity

I have no hope but the sweat that gathers

like putrid waters upon my skin

and the life that gathers

to devour my flesh ---

I suffer, I pray

I become closer night by coming day

I see the stars and feel the rain

hear the screams of lightning

crying in the dark






I know He's coming soon . . .






I live each night with

the dream of dreams

wishing to sleep

but awaken in redness and pain

I have no joy but the constant noise

of the gnats who please me with

their ever-presentness

attached to the scent of my life ---

I stumble, I fall

I call for Him with all the voice

that remains in refrains of

songs once forgotten

in desolate cheer and gloom

I feel the breeze scratching

what's left to bone

alone . . . and better to be

than in a sea of distant

desparate humanity, fighting:

a cause already lost with no clue

of how to stop the endless

wretched flow . . .



I live, wishing not to die

but wishing for the end to come

I have no dream but

the dream of hereafter

a smile and that which is

eternal and love.

2008