ON INFINITY (AND ON BEING AT PEACE)
What evil deeds have shaped our very present reality
The history of the past forged by our future destiny
As if fate determined all that has and will be
So that we may say all our misfortunes and misdeeds
Can be written away as some righteous prophecy
Never consider the alternate possibility that lays waiting in alternate time
For every action, there is purpose, and to question reason is the crime
For the lord knows well all that is planned, that our fate lays within the palm of his hand
Yet those who do not submit, are yet to be poisoned
And so, what significance does present, future and past hold,
If we all face the same end?
When we all face the same end.
So, come with me on this experiment
follow the endless path of the labyrinth
and seek the treasure of the beholden sensibilities
that dictate fact and fiction within our reality
But so, it is said in that very “reality” the word contends
that all is truly held in relativity, that all else is pretend
till Einstein can relatively answer “what is time?”
and so, we unpack the greatest quandaries that lay in mystery
unafraid of what waits beyond the grave,
yet still afraid of what we may yet find,
I died.
Fallen deep into the sky,
the heavenly part of hell,
I crossed a bridge over the river
a road to my new forever
the sky’s burned bright
my feet felt light
and soon it mattered not how straight the gate
history having no part of future’s fate
perspective was a notion, not a kiss
as relative was fiction, not bliss
I sought then not truth or closure
not the wisdom of the father
only to understand the absurdity of our state
being not destined to be happy
nor eternally tortured at the stake.
So, then I was cast before an arching tree
marked by ordinary seeds
a mundane garden
with nothing to see.
Till the vision invaded my mind
and came to show me the world
as if I had come to the backdrop
and seeing it all, now stood behind.
And so, the angel said unto me
“When flaws break laws
then sin creeps in”
so, she preached caution;
the future always in motion
and his will may yet be undone.
“That you are but a demon,
hidden in Eden”
so, she marked me so
which nearly departed my soul
and his will nearly undone.
“Righteous spite is sour still
like voices driven madly ill”
so, she said was final and fact
as I saw her prepare for combat
and his will would be undone.
So, when her sermon was complete
I lay at the altar’s heels, and wept
wept over the proverbial ash before us
for she had turned scripture to dust
I said, “this is no angel at all
for if this, an angel will preach,
then all of heaven falls”.
But I had loved her once, indeed
blinded as I placed kisses at her feet
for there was a time I did believe
within her I saw, a reflection of me
not of iridescence or beauty
rather of darkness and frailty
so, I sought a common ally
‘gainst the common foe
only to find that she was his agent
and I the unsuspecting, did not know.
With that, like a magnet she drew
all that was dark in my heart,
and all the other things she drew.
It was then with vision restored
I could see the tells of war
for her ruse was up
the time had come.
And as for her masquerade,
Its fallen out, it's out of place,
Could I one day see her true face?
Or hear the words she had meant to say?
And yet before today, was another yesterday,
Where we are losing faith,
with nothing within us to pray.
And so, I walked on
for a time, unknown
until I stood, at end of the world
and casting myself down,
I had but one fear:
the angel disappeared.
And so, I awoke.
