a fleshy affair of love torn wondrous gazers
clambering for the vision of day
while wrapped in the musty garb of night.
but without night the drugs of reason
care nothing for the plight of flesh,
without night the dreams forspoken
are wasted on wispy cotton monarchs
and the vaulted, insatiable overseer of sky.
how can we be reminded of pleasure?
how can life remain the warrior of death?
far from us, this flesh, the energy of night
cries out like a flailing beast.
forgive us, for you are the true king,
our liege lord for whatever purpose lingering.
and in our senselessness we bend knee,
only to see you raise your hand like
jesus
and avenge the frailty of light in our hearts.
repaired for the vision of time,
replaced and pardoned to once more seek eternal,
and placidly drink, swallow, and swoon
to the only true window of life,
and await the only true embrace of sorrow.
it is the unguarded gifter,
it is the faceless god.
written by rtav