Divinity Squared

-Divinity Squared-
by Keaton Foster



In my face
At my back
To both sides
Above my head
Below these feet
Divinity squared
All that is known
All that is seen
Questionable
Questions I’ll ask
Often do I seem
As if I’m well aware
But be assured
Well aware
Is what I’m not
Continually
For the answers
Will I plead
People closest to me
Are often forced to flee
Most of them call me mad
A pathological man
In an insane land
With a gun to his head
And a knife to his throat
All the while standing
Upon the highest ledge
Justifiable
Are such assertions
Often do I go
Where they won’t dare
Asking what most won’t
Fighting every good fight
While taking
Quite a few casualties
The battle
Is sometimes over
But the war rages
On and on
Nothing is free
Most of all
What it is that I seek
Divinity squared
Faith itself
Does not keep me here
But the idea of faith
Has left me planted
Like a tree
Deep in the ground
Like a weed
Shallow
In the mind
Between
I divide my time
In my face
At my back
To both sides
Above my head
Below these feet
A prison of salvation
Unbuilt
Unkempt
I could leave
I should flee
But I won’t
I have to know
Just as I have to ask
For a man like me
There can be nothing else
Divinity squared
I will write each line
I will consecrate myself
To every impossible lie
I will tell of what I know
And of what I have seen
Those who listen
Those who understand
Will in time
Offer me a release
But I know that I can’t leave
No more than I can escape
Here I will always remain
A dubious prisoner of both
The heart and mind…



Divinity Squared
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.