• there is knowledge renown for it's annoyance towards it's inhibitors
    called, with sakes to stupidity, the way
    taught upon by saints and loons alike,
    lost in the grip of some plot the other always readies
    while the Devil watches below smothered in a father's jealous appeal

    considering that we breath as
    unholy riders of feared apocolypse
    the hold of worldly truth in locked boxes
    sewn into horrific heart shaped sleeves
    in all the wrong places (the mind, the eyes, the gut)
    remains "the way"

    i look at the people around me
    catching mere glimpses of faithless hope
    as we blend together
    carving crude paths in a roughed Earth
    that lead
    deeper along the way