Would I think that we were binaries
and you slipped out of my clasp
falling into disgrace. Such that this
reality stung my face. This pain
that even de-mouthed my invectives,
like mountains flattened over the horizons
leaving confounding mute mists in the atmosphere!
Should Adma Kadmon have waited so, devoid of love
Only the miracle light shining over one unified continent
For every stalk, every leaf, every vegetation
to sprout without riverine waters…only his nurture
And he waited for you to arrive at the Godly hour!
But just misericordia! He was struck so violently
before you came! So limp and maimed
just like Ouranos before his time; and Mars!
And would you think, I could lie asleep
when all that was begotten was laid to waste!
With every resurrection that I construed
would you only love me to lay me low?
Should I have fathomed that my progenies would
also be abducted; so that I would have to be
barren between my thighs, living as an Androgyne would be
knowing not whether he loved male or female?
Is this the God that you want me to be?
Should I spell the golden-lettered word, that becomes our fire
would it be premature a lyric, should you condition me not to speak it?
Even when I have no allegiance to language
I know the Angels speak in English
But I simply don’t converse with them!
Words are only utilised by me, they are not my fashion
How macabre to me is voicing my own truth, then?
That my marksmanship is only marked by defeat
I have an even more complex religion
Not the lies that have intrigued humanity’s faith
I am the God, never acknowledged as the one
O Goddess! Did you not know I let too many Jesuses
and treacherous Saint Paul’s rule in eternal time!
It was for you that I was sublime!
Did you think of my own aspirations, or thank me even a dime?
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