I pull from within Ur-Babylon
The innumerable grains of grief
And fashion myself a great desert
Wherein I’ll erect my pyramid!
I shall rise, rise and pierce God’s eye!
For he is Mister-Supreme no more!
Watch me unbind my heart and spill
The blood of centuries into the great
Vases of Heaven, the ten Sephiroth!
And I now am God, and God thus does
Cry; my tears become oceans, my scorn
The brimstone of the Pit, Hell’s pillars!
Lo! The great pyramid of He-Who-Loved
Stands as Babel stood, as Sinai stood and
Stands, as Man stands and shall stand, alone.
My love pulls me down, fetters me to Earth;
The Earth, where my heart cracked itself open
To receive the holy gift of divine flame, love.
But, oh; travesty! Love coarsened my heart!
From a pearl to a pebble to a rock to a fragment
To a grain to a speck to nothingness... yes.
Nothingness I’ve become, and that is why
I am truly at God and in God and with God.
For he loved. Upon the cross. He loved.
Bleeding. He loved. Crying. He loved.
Oh, Jesus! I am mere man, a weak sinner;
Though God, though all - I am man still.
I cannot answer hate with love, Holy!
Thus, I die, in my great pyramid of sorrow.
For to die is better than to hate the innocent.