The choir was silenced like a burnt speaker

The choir was silenced like a burnt speaker
When the godman walked into the room
The plates were not only stopped but shattered
The humans directing the show on the stage
Gave up the play and stared in dismay
As the godman made his way up the aisle
Stopped at the front fow of pews
Gazed up at the bronze icon bearing his image
And shook his head so that dust fell from his curls
Making other, unbearable images on the floor.

A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q