Dirt. Dust.

Smoke-breather swallows the sun,
And casts his image on
The craggy surface of
The ocean floor.
There, in the dark,
Where strange creatures swim
He feasts on the bones
And blubber of corpses
Drifting down.

He is immortal, lifeless, eternal.
He drifts, alone;
An undercurrent of the thoughts
Pull him, bind him
Catch and release him.
Guilt and sin,
Fire and flesh.
The gravity of things
That others cannot
Comprehend.

The broken promises of a God
Who drowned his creation.
Who cursed his children,
And banished them
For being only
What he made them.
Dirt. Dust.
Unwise, and ignorant
Of the earth.
Birth from force;
Woman from Man.

All false. All lies.

He dispairs the death of
A God who has never existed.
Of a purpose for life
That has never existed.
Of the pace of his thoughts
That betray him--
Far too fast for meaning.
One becoming another,
Becoming another.