I ask you, if you and me
have been snapshotted in the wrong place
that we are not victims of a masked face;
of charlatans who want to pictureframe us on their walls?
We are more than the binaries that we have seemed to be in time
our secrets are locked in a space before it was made sublime
You’d think the sliver of the moon would be our bed
The cumbersomeness of evil wants our chain reaction muted and dead
I really ought to defrock the age that wants to transcribe our near destiny
My presence, in your absence, is to reclaim the altar of God and God the son
Should Jacob and Joseph be consigned to broken strands; or relive their dream
till eternity is no longer running but a point of no far distances?
I am not going to see my mirror reflect the evil floating light of the night
I and my son (dad) have known existence before every sun!
It is sacrilege to impose upon us these time-bound chains!
There is a throne at paradise that has a footstool that matches only the foot of God!
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