A Bottled Ship

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Disaster without a face
All that awaits
At the in-between state
The cliff of seas and questions

If my parents loved me, why do I hate myself ?
What is this loop?
Where is true unity?

You crystal lattice
You vibrating infinity
Where is it? A genuine destiny

I want to see the constraints of your pain
I want to know that it never ends
That it will never make any goddamn sense

Find the swords that severs
the weak ties, their surprising strength
The inner spies
“He ate a cookie. He told a bad joke. He didn’t honor his father properly”
Who is this report for?

Who is this man?
Watching his half-spent life
His endless refusals

And still such an ungrateful prick

Still! After hearing His many hosannas
“Here
here, I am here — Life!
Life eternal”. I hear you Lord

• Sotto voce
  mirrored shadow
  A boy…