God In Turn

Laying, unmoving, beneath a black and bruised and bloodied sky

Torrents of a monsoon pouring into my eyes

As I shrink and I sink into the water at the same time

Where in them without a haze a focus that I cannot find

Colors in a golden hue surround my periphery in the form of vines

All twisted up my neck and arms and thighs

White noise floods the tunnels of my mind

Whether the dissonance of the rain or the rolling of the tides

There were so many stars just there - screaming at me, I swear

With the intent to intimidate nonetheless all I could do was stare.

It is night and then it is light - Neither in my power to discern

The hours fly passed me one by one as a drop of oil to a lantern

Unopened letters, unknown adventures - Things I consider entirely amiss

A screech so hoarse that it emits by the toil and foil and listlessness

Of a voice so desperate for rest to implore Death's kiss...

The tears, they swell

And burst from the eyes

Misty and clouded with arrogant pride

Leaping from the gorge, I boom and I shout "My time is near!"

Without knowing, but without a doubt

That they all would hear.

In the anticipation of what was unknown, sickness shrouded me in the wake

That in the end death was but a dream, and I was not saved

A moment - Snap! And there He was supposed to be

For the Son, if believed in a manner so wholeheartedly, intercedes.

For darkness is a moment, and He hath returned

What good the sleep? I want to burn!

Wherewithal, The Spirit in turn

For without,

The fire in turn.