Tuesday 30 December 2014

There Are No Gods to fabricate

There are sins we teach each other
Only to squash them to oblivion at our own free will.
At certain hours of the day 
when we are back to that little memory 
of wounded morals
To wear the magic of breeze and feet;
To rise,
To begin,
To be wise, 
To humanise.
One has to run into light
to Darwin,Sappho and Eleanor
Unbuttoning oblivion to slip into ecstasy
Perhaps ignorance and you have been habits I claimed 
And dusting you despoiled me of the possessed 

By the window I stand
and converse to the blue that hangs by the railing 
Past the mansions and its lofty beliefs 
is a no man's land 
Where there are no gods to fabricate 
And no devils to maintain.