The Dispute With God




There are firm pillars

lining the walls of my heart


that amorous aura you send me


I always get these segments


With rough patches of slug

that dehumanize

our logic


I had once thought it was God


His mighty hand

coming down to

chastise us


A firm grip

latched round our throats

to wash out the yearning

that you fed me


But I had a faculty


I could perfectly perceive

how exquisite you are

oh so ethereal

with that glow on your face




I’d fight off the Gods themselves

bring down


just for a taste of that fidelity






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